Then he sprung over the dead with the name of the Squaw Spy on his lips, and the cave was untenanted by the living.
He knew where more than one red warrior lay, and he was determined that Artena should not escape.
But where was the flying girl? Let us see:
Springing from the cave she ran into the arms of Donald McKay. She would have shrieked, no doubt, but the ranger’s hand closed over her mouth, and his lips touched her ear.
“’Tis Mack, girl,” he whispered, “and the boys are with him. Quick! to the left,” and a moment later the Indians darted past.
The quartette found themselves in a corridor whose floor was devoid of obstructions, and through the gloom they hurried with hasty feet.
“Hold!” suddenly cried Kit South, touching McKay’s arm.
The party halted.
“I want to know where my gal is?” said the scout. “Artena, what do you know about her?”
Then, in low whispers, the Squaw Spy related the separating of herself and Kit’s child by New York Harry.