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 Lyst