White Lasso lay in the grass quite dead, and Lina Aiken stood over him, transfixed with horror.
Charley Shafer snatched Winnesaw’s rifle from her hand; but the next instant he threw it away with a despairing cry.
Wolf Eyes and his beautiful captive had entirely disappeared.
The young adventurer staggered back with a groan.
Lina Aiken stole to his side.
“Poor Mabel,” she said; “they killed her father but an hour ago, and now the second sorrow of her life begins.”
The boy gritted his teeth.
“I would have been with her, to comfort and save perhaps, had it not been for that red-skin,” and, as he turned to Winnesaw, he hissed: “Girl, I hate you; may Heaven increase that hatred!”
Winnesaw dropped her eyes and turned away.
“Don’t hate her, Charley, don’t! she has been very kind to me.”