“Oh, she in cave. Kit and Cohoon get away from Mouseh; but Artena still in his fingers.”
“Good. The red girl is an accursed snake, and she should die.”
“She shall die!”
“Harry go now, if Mouseh has nothing for him to do,” said the spy, after a long silence, during which Jack had been busy with his thoughts.
The Modoc raised his head.
“Harry done well,” and here the chief’s eye fell upon the scalps. “He be Mouseh’s spy now in place of the white Indian.”
“Mouseh,” and the speaker stepped nearer the chief rebel, “Harry take three scalps to-night—the scalps of three brave men. Now, he asks a favor of you.”
“Speak,” said Jack. “Harry is brave; he done much to-night.”
“He wants the pale girl now. Long ago he saw her in her lodge on Lost River, and loved her pretty face.”
“If Mouseh gives pale flower to Harry, he will not leave the caves?”