"
"Then he must have had it in his breech-cloth," remarked
the corporal seriously, for not a rag besides had he
about him. "No, no it couldn't be him, and yet it's very
strange."
"Of course it couldn't be him," maliciously interfered
Collins, who had so far conquered his first disgust, as
to take the object of discussion into his own hands, "for
you know he was a Pottawattamie, and therefore wouldn't
scalp for the world."
"But whose can it be?" resumed Jackson, and how did it
get here, I am sure its that of a boy."
"Could it have floated here from the farm?" half questioned
Green musingly.
"Somethin' struck me like shots from that quarter, about
an hour before the Injin swam across, and dash me, now
I recollect it, I'm sure I heard a cry, just after the
corporal left us to go after that bear."
"Nonsense," said the Virginian, "how could it float
against the stream, and as for the shots you think you
heard, you most have taken Ephraim Giles's axe blows for
them. Besides, you couldn't hear shots at that distance.
If you did, it most be from some of the hunters.
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