“Oh, no, Mr. Cody led you there, and you both did me a noble service.”
“Yes, noble Cody, whom some of my men report dead. I intend to start on his trail to-morrow with my men.”
“I fear it will be useless, from all my father tells me,” she said sadly.
“It may be useless, as far as finding him is concerned; but not to avenge him,” and his voice became deep and stern.
“But you know not whom to strike as his murderers, Captain Dash.”
“I do know; the man who pretended to be Parson Bristow——”
“Pretended to be, captain? Why, he certainly seemed a sincere Christian. He came to supper with father last night, and was very entertaining, I assure you.”
“As he knows how to be, for he is none other than Kent King.”
“Kent King! That wretch! Impossible, for you——” and Mary’s face turned white as she paused.