CHAPTER XX.
COMING OF THE MAN-WOLF.
Once Arsenic went to where Cabot was lying, and, grinning cheerfully, remarked: "Tea, shug.

Plenty, yes." Then he laughed immoderately, as did several other Indians who were listening admiringly to this flight of eloquence in the white man's own tongue.
"Oh, clear out, you grinning baboon," growled Cabot.

"I only hope I'll live to get even with you for this day's work." The Indians were evidently so pleased at having drawn a retort from their prisoner that he declined to gratify them further, or to speak another word, though for some time Arsenic continued to beguile him with his tiresome "Tea, shug," etc.

When the latter finally gave it up and started away to get his share of the feast, Cabot's gaze followed him closely.
All this time our lad was filled with vague terrors concerning White, of whose fate he had not received the slightest intimation, as well as of what might be in store for himself.

Would he be carried to the distant interior to become a slave in some filthy Indian village, or would he be killed before they took their departure?
Perhaps they would simply leave him there to freeze and starve to death, or they might amuse themselves by burning him at the stake.