Those in the room heard a soft moccasined footfall outside.

The next instant the door opened wide and a tall figure stood disclosed.
"Wetzel!" exclaimed Colonel Zane.

A hush fell on the little company after that exclamation, and all eyes were fastened on the new comer.
Well did the stranger merit close attention.

He stalked into the room, leaned his long rifle against the mantelpiece and spread out his hands to the fire.

He was clad from head to foot in fringed and beaded buckskin, which showed evidence of a long and arduous tramp.
It was torn and wet and covered with mud.