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Updated: September 17, 2025
"Now, don't forget, Sconda," Glen warned. "Stay there, if necessary, until night, and watch him carefully from the top of Crooked Trail. And don't tell anybody, not even Klota. Her eyes and ears are sharp, and she might suspect something. This is the greatest secret I have ever had. You have never failed me yet, Sconda, and I know that I can trust you now."
Glen did not reply, but looked thoughtfully out over the water toward the shore. She was glad that Reynolds believed she wished to go to Sconda's merely to see about the skin. But in truth, there was something far more important, and it was this which now disturbed her mind. They found Klota at the back of the house busily engaged upon the skin, which was stretched over a log.
She paused in her work and smiled as the two approached. Glen spoke to her in Indian, and asked her how she was getting along. Seeing Sconda across the street talking with an Indian, Reynolds went at once to him to discuss the proposed trip into the hills. This suited Glen, as she wanted to be alone for a time with Klota. "Is Sconda going with us on our trip?" she asked. "Ah, ah.
"I am not sure," he doubtfully replied. "But perhaps I shall when this beard is removed and I get some decent clothes. I must be a fearful looking object." "I have seen you look better. But, then, you need not worry, Klota will attend to you presently." "And you know who I am?" Reynolds eagerly asked. "Certainly. You are my brave rescuer.
Although the shadows of evening were heavy, Reynolds realised who the victim was, and that he was being taken away for punishment, of what nature he could not tell. Going into the house, he questioned Klota, but received no satisfaction. The woman merely shook her head, and refused to give any information. This both puzzled and worried him.
Has she heard anything?" "Klota has seen and heard. Don't go." "What have you seen and heard?" Glen urged. "Bad, ugh! Bad dream. Bad white man." "Curly?" Glen's face was very white. "Ah, ah, Curly. Bad, all same black bear. Don't go." Klota resumed her work upon the skin, and although Glen questioned her further, she only shook her head, and refused to talk. What had this woman heard?
The next morning he felt almost like his former self, and when Klota brought him his breakfast, he informed her that he was going to get up. The woman smiled, left the room, and returned when Reynolds had finished the meal, and viewed with satisfaction the empty dishes. "Did you cook my breakfast?" Reynolds asked. "Ah, ah," was the reply. "Good, eh?" "Good! It's the best I've had in a long time.
Reynolds learned from Klota of Weston's return home, and he was anxious to meet the man who ruled Glen West, and was so greatly feared by the miners throughout the country. He could not believe that the father of such a girl as Glen could be the monster he had been depicted.
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