“I war talking about the folks up there.”
“Kit got girl there?”
“Yes.”
“Girl with blue eyes?”
“Yes! Artena, for Heaven’s sake, what are you driving at?”
“Young bucks come to Mouseh yesterday with captives from Lost River.”
The scout instantly stopped the squaw spy’s horse, and whirled her about in the saddle until he could look squarely into her eyes.
“My God! has the tomahawk been at work in Oregon?” he exclaimed, in an undertone. “Artena, is there a girl in Jack’s stronghold with blue eyes?”
“Yes, Kit.”
“Did you talk with her?”