Will sprang forward to the man's assistance, helped him to a chair,
and poured a cup of strong coffee, which the roan drank greedily.
The man's eyes roved wildly about the room for a second then he
turned anxiously to Will.
"Did they get it?" he asked.
"Did they get what?" asked the boy.
"What they came to search for."
Will turned inquiringly toward George.
"Did they find anything during their search?" he asked.
George shook his head.
"They hadn't concluded their search," he replied. "Then they
failed to find the Br----"
There was a movement at the window followed by a rifle shot.
Antoine sitting before the fire by George's side crumpled up and
dropped to the floor, a stream of blood oozing from his temple.
Before the lads could quite comprehend what had taken place, a
second shot came from outside. Then Oje's face appeared in the
doorway again, beckoning to those inside.
Tommy and Sandy stepped into the open air and were directed around
to the rear of the house.
There, face up in the moonlight, lay the man whom Will had
described as an East Indian. The bandage was still around his
head, but a new wound was bleeding now. His eyes were already
fixed and glassy. The bullet had entered the center of the
forehead.
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