Then McKay gazed intently at Wiaquil.
“Yes,” he said, at length. “It is Cohoon; but who is the other?”
“Whom but Kit?”
Another brief, but thorough scrutiny.
“Kit South it is, by my soul! Well, they’ve stalked into the lion’s den, and we stand on the threshold of the same dread place.”
“But look! look!” cried Artena. “Behold the pale girl and her lover.”
Donald McKay looked, and beheld ’Reesa South bending over Evan Harris.
The last scene had escaped his notice until that moment.
“I fear for my brave boys,” he said, returning to the self-styled Klamaths, no doubt recognized by the reader upon their appearance. “If the red fiends do not suspect, all may yet be well.”