“Been back to the place, eh?”
“Yes.”
“Any blood there?”
“No blood.”
“Funny, deuced funny,” said Kit, musingly. “I guess Jack got the best of him. Artena’s got into a fix also, I opine.”
Cohoon started violently, and in the darkness griped the scout’s knife arm.
“Modoc call Artena spy?” he asked.
“Don’t know; fear so,” and then in a low tone Kit narrated the kidnapping plot.
“Mouseh keep Artena for something,” said Cohoon, who appeared to take a great deal of interest in the squaw spy. “Was Kit going to hunt her?”
“Yes.”