A moment later Artena and the stalwart Oregonian were alone.
“Do you think we will succeed to-night?” asked the mountaineer, eagerly.
“Yes.”
“I thought so when you looked at me not long ago. I could hardly smother my hopes when the General and I war waiting for you. I wanted to tell him that Captain Jack would be in camp to-morrow.”
“He will be there!” said the squaw spy confidently.
“It’ll be the biggest kidnapping on record,” said South. “If we get Jack, then the war won’t last long. Artena, are you sure that the Modocs do not suspect you?”
“Is not Artena a Modoc?”
“Yes, but—”
“But what, Kit?”
“The rebels are shrewd fellows. I knew them long before the war. They may be playing with you.”