“Had he a scar on his face?”
“No.”
“Well, this fellow has a scar on his cheek—a tremendous scar, too, and it’s at least five days old. I think he is playing some little game, but the boys are posted, and at the first sign of treachery, they’ll put him out of the way forever. Come, we’ll go, now.”
They left the tent, but the young ranger could not take his eyes from New York Harry.
“You may reason soundly, Kit,” he said, at length, “but I will bet my life that Rafe Todd stands in that fellow’s moccasins.”
“He can’t,” said the scout, quickly and confidently. “That scar says he is not Rafe Todd, and didn’t I look him squarely in the eye when you lay about dead in Jack’s cave, and see that his face was as smooth as your’n, barring his paint? And then that Indian is a better man—physically—than the white villain.”
The youth did not reply to this argument; but his countenance told that he still adhered to his opinion regarding the identity of New York Harry.
CHAPTER XII.
A TURNING OF TABLES.
To acquaint the reader with Artena’s sudden appearance before Cohoon’s would-be-torturers, we must needs return to the bank that overlooked the interior of the cave.