“Strange! terribly strange!” cried the young Destroyer. “I’d give a hand to know where she is.”
“Ask the mad waters,” said Ahdeek. “The brave’s tomahawk knocked spirit from chapel.”
“Don’t make me think thus, boy. She’s too pretty, too bold, to die in such a way. I wonder who she was—or is, for I will not believe her dead.”
“Then how she got from Indians?”
The youth was silenced.
There was but one way to escape the savages, and that was by a leap into the white waters, forty feet below the chapel!
And that leap, seemingly, was but a synonym of death.
“We must go, Ahdeek,” suddenly cried the Destroyer. “But, first, we’ll tell those murderers that somebody besides themselves are abroad. We can shoot into the chapel in the dark. We know exactly where it is. Ready!”
The next moment two rifles were raised, and two reports blended with the roar of the waters.
“Loose the canoe now.”