“Hist!” admonished the girl, with finger on lip.
“What?” he ventured to whisper.
“Some one’s down in the hollow, Mark. I just heard a human voice. My God! can it be Indians?”
Mark Morgan uttered an ejaculation of horror. Were savages on the island, and others swiftly approaching?
It was a terrible moment!
CHAPTER VI.
AN UNEXPECTED SHOT.
“Yes, Mark, there’s some one in the hollow.”
This declaration, repeated the second time, aroused Mark Morgan.
He looked down the river, and beheld three feathered heads floating, as it were, on the moonlit water; and along the bank, to gain a point opposite the Cone, ran six or eight British soldiers, whose gilt buttons, and scarlet uniforms made them conspicuous marks for the ranger’s rifle.