Pant stepped upon the shore and the canoe shot silently away in the night.
“We are your friends.” How sweet were those words spoken to a lonely boy in the heart of a wilderness!
CHAPTER XVIII
PANT SPRINGS THE TRAP
Pant’s conference with the girl at the creek landing on the appointed night was short and to the point. The girl’s father was to station a company of his men in a cluster of cocoanut palms at a certain point on the river’s brink an hour after dark on the following night.
“Daego’s pit-pans may not come that night,” said Pant. “We have no means of telling. But we will watch, one night, two, three if necessary.”
“Yes, a month,” said the girl.
“And your father’s men will be there?”
“Yes.”
“Depend upon it, the trap will be set.”
“Thank you, so much. And my father thanks you. The best and truest of our people thank you.”