There must be no suspicion.
The fatal muzzles were trained on him, he well knew, and the sharpest of eyes and ears were watching.

He longed to cast one look at the bushes, only one, but he dared not for his life.

It was forbidden! Yellow Panther was at hand now, plainly showing annoyance.

The lost trail could not be found, and wrath possessed him.

He looked at the renegade, and uttered his discontent.
Braxton Wyatt longed more than ever to tell; they were there so near, it seemed he must tell; but the deadly rifles held him back.