the creature from whom he had so fearfully fled a few months ago!
And, wonder of wonders, he had not even thought to use the weapons upon which he had spent so many hours of handicraft and months of practise in preparation for just this occasion. Of a sudden he recalled the old man’s statement that Nadara was not there.
“Where is she—Nadara?” he cried, turning so suddenly upon the ancient one that the old fellow drew back in alarm.
“I have done nothing to harm her,” he cried. “I followed and would have brought her back, but I am old and could not find her. Once, when I was young, there was no better trailer or mighty warrior among my people than I, but”
“Yes, yes,” exclaimed Waldo impatiently; “but Nadara! Where is she?”
“I do not know,” replied the old man. “She has gone, and I could not find her. Well do I remember how, years ago, when the trail of an enemy was faint or the signs of game hard to find, men would come to ask me to help them, but now”
“Of course,” interrupted Waldo; “but Nadara. Do you not even know in what direction she has gone?”
“No; but since Flatfoot has set forth upon her trail it should be easy to track the two of them.”
