"No! no!" cried the trader and clasped his hands tremblingly before him. "No shoot, please you!"
"Then tell me where my little sister is!"
"I—I know not zat—now. I—I—the Indians da run away, an"
Bevoir broke off short. The gun had been lowered, but now it was once more brought up and the muzzle touched his forehead. He gave a yell of terror and rolled backward.
"Stop! No shoot me! I will tell you all!" he screamed. "No shoot! De gal she in von cave up de river, near de falls. Da Indians bring her dare. No shoot! I show da place. No shoot!"
"In a cave near the falls?" queried Henry.
"Yees, yees! Not far from here. She dare now, if not runned avay. I show, you no shoot me!"
"Then show the way," commanded Henry. "And remember, if you are telling a lie, it will go hard with you."
