Part 47 (1/2)

”Do you know, my Wana, it seemed to me that he'd heard my story before, told by some one else, probably told with variations to suit themselves

It see to ive ten years of ht Once away from here we are safe Neither he nor any of the braves can follow us The soldiers will see that none leave the Reservations Yes, I'et away It can do no harm, and it's best to be sure Still an hour and three-quarters,” he finished up, again referring to his watch

”Yes, it best so,” the woman said in reply She understood the condition of her husband's mind She saw clearly that she hts may have been she made her replies subservient to his humor She had listened closely to his account of his intervieith her brother, and there is little doubt that she had for of the blood of the chief, she probably understood him better than this white ht no word of it escaped her

Another silence fell Again it was the man who broke it

”That Jioes all day He interviews Little Black Fox whenever he pleases He's a two-faced rascal Do you know, it was he who brought the news of relief to the farm And what's more, he came in with the soldiers I always see my movements I wonder why?”

The le Why was Jiain he pulled out his watch And the wo as he held it out to the light of the stove

It was ti until dawn, and it still wanted a full hour to the tist the litter of their belongings There was coffee on the stove and food on the table He helped hi meat and drink in a nervous, hasty an to gather their goods together

Nevil turned to her He was preparing to fetch the horses which were picketed out on the prairie He was in better mood now Action restored in hiet away,one hand upon her shoulder

The woman looked up into his mean face with a world of love in her profound eyes

”It good to be with you--anywhere, my Nevil,” she said, in her quiet way

The man turned to the door

He raised the latch and threw it open He stood speechless A panic was upon him; he could notin the doorway, and, behind hi, old-fashi+oned rifles

Without a word, the chief, followed by his two attendants, stepped within

The door was closed again Then Little Black Fox signed to Wanaha for a light The squaw took the oil-lamp from a shelf and lit it, and the dull, yellow rays revealed the disorder of the place

The chief gazed about him His handsome face was unmoved Finally he looked into the face of the terror-stricken renegade Nevil was tall, but he arfed by the e

It was the chief as the first to speak The flowing tongue of the Sioux sounded melodious in the rich tones of the speaker's voice He spoke without a touch of the fiery eloquence which had been his when he was yet the untried leader of his race The er the headstrong boy that had conceived an overwhelirl, but a warrior of his race, a warrior and a leader

”My brother would go froned surprise

”And oes she goes It is good”

The squaas alive to the position, but, unlike her white husband, she rose to the occasion The haughty hty than hers She was blood of this man, and no less royal than he Her deep eyes were alert and shi+ning now The savage was doain She was, indeed, a princess of her race