“What do you know about him, Belt?”
“I know that he intends to betray a lot of women and children to the tender mercies of the tomahawk. I’ve seen Mary Sawyer in your camp. I heard the three pistol-shots on the hill. I have heard something about Strong’s antecedents, and, putting things together, I kin read the blackest tale of treason on record.”
“Wouldn’t you like to be in the fort, just now?” taunted Sam Cole, the Night-Hawk.
The trapper’s eyes flashed; but he said nothing.
“But how about that notice you put on your door for us? You said that no walls should protect you while you fought us.”
“I intend to adhere to that declaration,” said Wolf-Cap firmly.
“So you wouldn’t creep into Fort Strong if we war to let you go?”
“I would not!”
The outlaws laughed derisively.
“I’ve a mind to try you,” said Cole, drawing his knife and glancing at his fellow-guards.