“I know’d it—I know’d it!” murmured Doc Bell, approaching, and dropping a tear over the weeping girl. “When Doc Bell’s heart talks, it never lies.”
Then he slowly turned to Somerville and the two chiefs.
“We are not out o’ ther woods yit,” he said. “I tell yer, it’s a long way to Fort Chartres, and it ar’ a black way, too.”
“Full of fires,” said Swamp Oak.
“An’ dull knives,” added Doc Bell.
“But we’ll get there,” said our hero, confidently.
“Not without bloodshed; we’ve got to see Coleola an’ ther Bloodhound ag’in.”
“You don’t mean it, Doc,” said Somerville, glancing at the woman he loved, while a chill crept to his heart.
He thought of peril for her, not for himself.
“I do mean it, Bob. Them two demons ain’t dead yit, mind I tell yer. We’ll see ’em ag’in afore we git out o’ these woods, or my name’s not Doc Bell.”