Chapter 22
THE MURDER.That evening, as the dusk fell, a slight figure in an Indian
dress slipped to the low brush back of the cabin, and thence to the
uplands.
It was ’Tana, ready to endure all the wilds of the woods, rather
than stay there and meet again the man she had met the night
before. She had sent the squaw away; she had arranged in Mrs.
Huzzard’s tent a little game of cards that would hold the attention
of Lyster and the others; and then she had slipped away, that she
might, for just once more, feel free on the mountain, as she had
felt when they first located their camp in the sweet grass of the
Twin Springs.
The moon would be up after a while. She could not walk far, but
she meant to sit somewhere up there in the high ground until the
moon should roll up over the f
