“Now you red devil-slayer of the best General that ever drew a sword,” hissed the scout, forgetting, for a moment, his present position, errand, peril—every thing.
Captain Jack stood before him!
“I’ll end the Modoc war now. If we can’t kidnap you, by George, we can—”
He had thrust the muzzle of his Spencer through a perforation, and his eye dropped to the sights, when Cohoon’s hand covered the lock.
Kit drew back and looked at the Indian, who did not speak, but shook his head with a faint smile.
The light of the fire penetrating the chamber above the cave, fell upon the faces of the twain, and also upon their surroundings. Slowly Kit dropped the lock, and threw a look of thanks into Cohoon’s face.
Captain Jack was not alone.
Several other Indians occupied the cave. Where were Artena and Evan Harris? They were not to be seen.
Where, too, was ’Reesa South—the scout’s daughter?
It seemed that the Modocs were evacuating the present cave, as Gillem thought they would proceed to do, and that Jack and a few of his trustiest men, were the last to leave the stronghold. The two friends above kept their eyes fastened upon the red rebel, and his chiefs.