Great Heaven! Can it be?
Is this you, Brazey Davis ?" "Yes; but you've finished me, so there isn't much left." "Are you the man, Brazey, who has haunted me ever since we came in this country?
Are you the person who carried away poor, dear Cora ?" "Yes--yes!" answered the man, with fainting weariness.
Such, indeed, was the case.

The strange hunter and the Indian known as Mahogany were one and the same person.
"Brazey, why have you haunted me thus, and done me this great wrong ?" "I cannot tell.

When I thought how you took her from me, it made me crazy when I thought about it.

I wanted to take her from you, but I wouldn't have dared to do that if you hadn't struck me.

I wanted revenge then." "What have you done with her ?" "She is gone, I haven't seen her since the day after I seized her, when a band of Indians took her from me, and went up north with her.
They have got her yet, I know, for I have kept watch over her, and she is safe, but is a close prisoner." This he said with great difficulty.
"Brazey, you are dying.