“Great Heavens! is it you?” he cried. “I thought you were dead!”
The new-comer laughed.
“Were I dead, I would surely not be here,” he said. “Evan Harris, I would not have missed this meeting for all the gold in California. I believe there’s a slight difficulty existing between us. We’ll settle it to-night, yet. Now, Mouseh we’ll go to the braves.”
Captain Jack picked the scout up again, and bore him into the corridor.
It was midnight now.
After a while the Modoc again strode into the cave with his captive, but the borderman did not follow.
Where was he?
His disappearance puzzled the scout, nor did he come while they waited, seemingly, for him.
All at once a woman glided into the cave, and as she rose erect in the firelight, the chiefs uttered a name:
“Artena!”