As yet they did not now who or what that prey
was. A moment later they halted with exclamations of surprise.
Directly beneath the tree in which Jane McCarthy had been hiding stood a
man. He was dark and swarthy, with high cheek bones and jet black hair.
He was an Indian half-breed. The fellow stood scowling, regarding the
boys with angry eyes. Broken limbs and scattered leaves showed where
Jane McCarthy had fallen from the tree, and broken bushes also showed
where she had floundered after reaching the ground.
The Tramp Club gazed at the scowling face of the half-breed in
speechless amazement.
CHAPTER XXI
A DOUBLE SURPRISE
"Who you?" growled the strange man.
"We--we--" began Larry.
"I beg your pardon, sir. You aren't the person we were seeking,"
apologized George Baker.
"Who you look for?"
"Oh, a friend of ours. I am sorry if I disturbed you. Were you up in
that tree?" demanded George, a sudden thought occurring to him. He
wondered if this questionable-looking half-breed had been up there while
they were holding their conference a short time before that.
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