“But where pale girl?”
The death-dealer shook his head, and the scene on Chapel Rock again swam before his eyes.
“How girl know Ahdeek had ring?” questioned the boy, a moment later.
“No doubt she caught a glimpse of it in the wood, as you rushed past her some time. She has tracked you to the cave, and discovered that here you live. She believes you the real White Tiger, and, entering here last night, and finding you absent, she has left her commands on the wall.”
Ahdeek nodded, and murmured, “Good, good!”
At length he looked up.
“Come, White Tiger, tie up Ahdeek’s wounds,” he said. “He want to go hunt pale girl’s ring. He go ’fore day.”
“No, no, you must stay here until I leave,” said the Destroyer, with determination. “Consider, boy; she will not return for one week. In two days we can retrace your tracks. You lost the ring in the wood to-night—not in the lake, as I first thought, for your hands were not in the water. But really, boy, I think that the pale girl will never come for the ring.”
The half-breed looked up inquiringly.
“I believe that we saw her in Chapel Rock to-night.”