"What do you propose to do?" we asked.
"Are you Americans, and ask that question?" he demanded.
"You think of seeking Black Darnley?" Smith continued.
"I do."
"Alone?"
"Alone."
"You shall not," cried Smith, with sudden energy. "You are no match for him and his gang."
"My daughter's injury must be avenged. I go alone to consummate it."
"Stay until to-morrow, and we will accompany you," Fred and myself cried with one accord.
The convict hesitated for a moment, then suddenly extended his hands, and while he wrung ours, promised a compliance. The next instant he had lifted his daughter in his arms, and was walking with the burden towards his hut.