"No doubt it was a band of Comanche Indians that destroyed your caravan
and killed your comrades. But I have as little doubt of there being
white men among them--one at least, and that one he who planned and
instigated the deed."
"Who, Colonel Miranda?" is the quick interrogatory of the Kentuckian,
while with flashing eyes and lips apart he breathlessly awaits the
answer. For all, he does not much need it; the name to be pronounced is
on the tip of his own tongue.