Part 17 (2/2)

The competition was close, but Snoqualmie the Cayuse won the day He rode the fine black horse he had taken from the Bannock he had tortured to death Multnomah and the chiefs were present, and the victory on under the eyes of all the tribes The haughty, insolent Cayuse felt that he had gained a splendid success Only, as in the elation of victory his glance swept over the crowd, he aze of Cecil, and it row hotter still

”I hate that ht ”I tried to thrust him down into slavery, and Multnomah made him a chief My heart tells me that he is an enemy I hate hi ”What a terrible future is before her as the wife of that inhuman torturer of irl, the golden thread of whose life was to be interwoven with the bloodstained warp and woof of Snoqualmie's But he tried hard not to think of her; he strove resolutely that day to absorb himself in his work, and the effort was not unsuccessful

After the races were over, a solerove and some important questions discussed and decided Cecil took part, endeavoring in a quiet way to set before the chiefs a higher ideal of justice and rave attention, and saw that more than one chief seemed impressed by his words Only Snoqualar atchful and suspicious

After the council was over Cecil went to his lodge On the way he found the young Willa even one than he had the day before Cecil stopped to inquire hoas

”_Cultus_ [bad],” was grunted in response

”Did you see the races?”

”Races bad What do I care?”

”I hope you will be better soon”

”Yes, better or worse by and by What do I care?”

”Can I do anything for you?”

”Yes”

”What is it?”

”Go”

And he dropped his hand upon his knees, doubled hiether, and refused to say another word As Cecil turned to go he found Multno him

”Come,” said the stern despot, briefly ”I want to talk with you”

He led the way back through the noisy enca there was quiet and solitary; the thick circle of trees hid theh its various sounds floated faintly to them They were quite alone Multnomah seated himself on the stone covered with furs, that was his place in the council Cecil re as on his mind Was the war-chief aware of his intervieith Wallulah? If so, what then? Multno

”Tell lance read every secret of his innermost heart, ”tell me where your land is, and why you left it, and the reason for your coht covered, for Multnomah will see it if you do”

Cecil's eye kindled, his cheek flushed Wallulah was forgotten; his mission, and his mission only, was remembered He stood before one who held over the many tribes of the Wauna the authority of a prince: if _he_ could but be won for Christ, what vast results ht follow!