Deadwood Dick's Doom

ou!" he said, laughingly. "I simply want to have a talk with you."

"No! no! Siska does not know pale-face; he must let her go."

"But I can't do that just yet. Come to this log and sit down and answer some questions which I shall ask you, and then I will let you go."

And still retaining a hold of her hand and arm, he forced her to a seat upon a fallen tree, close by.

"There," he said, when they were both seated. "Now we are all prepared for a nice little chat."

The girl did not reply.

She was evidently greatly frightened, for she was trembling like a leaf.

The stranger noted the fact.

"Don't be afraid, my girl," he repeated, "I'll not hurt you. Now, to begin with, I want you to tell me how far it is from here to a place called Death Notch?"

"A couple of miles, or so."

"Ah! so near. Well, I'm in luck. Now, what is your name?"

"Siska, sir. Please let me go. Red Hatchet would be very angry if he knew I spoke to a pale-face."

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