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"I see," answered Helen quietly. She made no further comment on the Indian girl, but she knew now that Ainley had departed from whatever truth there was in his narrative, for Miskodeed, on the sure evidence of her own eyes had been at the Indian encampment when he claimed she had been with him.
Then, acting on impulse, he started to walk towards the watcher, his unmittened hand on the butt of the pistol at his hip. The watching woman made no attempt to escape, but somewhat to Stane's surprise, awaited his coming. As he drew nearer he was again startled to find that it was the girl whom he had talked with at Fort Malsun. "Miskodeed," he cried in surprise. "You! What are you doing here?"
It seemed clear now that Miskodeed had not even occurred to his mind, and the reserve in her manner disappeared. "You think we shall be dependent on their help?" she asked. "You are afraid that we shall not weather through by ourselves?" Stane laughed again. "Oh no!
Jealousy, it was recorded of old, is as cruel as the grave, and as the hot flame of it grew in her heart, she almost hated the girl who was the occasion of it. As a matter of sober fact, Stane was thinking little of Miskodeed herself, but much of the information she had brought.
His first impulse was to go away, then seeing Ainley among the little knot of people, he decided to remain, and to serve his own end, kept Miskodeed in conversation, as when left to herself she would have fled to the moose-hide tent. The party drew nearer. Stane was conscious of its attention, and the blood in Miskodeed's face came and went in a manner that was almost painful.
"Well," he laughed, "for that matter there are none so many like thyself in the world. I wonder what thy name is?" The girl flushed with pleasure at the compliment, and answered his question without reserve. "I am Miskodeed." "The Beauty of the Spring! Then thou art well-named, little sister!" The girl flushed with pleasure.
"I come to warn thee," said the girl in her own dialect. "Once before I did that, and I was too late. But now I am in time." "To warn me?" he echoed, still too surprised to say more. "Yes," answered Miskodeed. "There are those who will seek to kill thee tonight." "Tonight! But why?" "I do not know, fully. The thing is hidden from me, but there is some one who means to slay."
But there is other work." "I could not endure to tink dat zee wolves get her " "I will help you, Jean. And then you will help me." "Non! m'sieu. Help I do not need. I weel myself do zee las' duty for ma pauvre Miskodeed. My hands that would haf held an' fondled her, dey shall her prepare; an' I dat would haf died for her I shall her bury.
The girl waited, hoping that he would continue, and whilst she did so for one moment visioned Miskodeed in all her wild barbaric beauty and her mind, recalling Ainley's words upon the matter of the girl's relation to the man before her, wondered if there lay the reason. Stane still remained silent, showing no disposition to complete his thought; and it was the girl who broke the silence.
Helen was thinking of the face of Miskodeed as she had seen it over her shoulder, when they were departing from the encampment up the lake. She had read there a love for the man who was her own companion, and in the dark, wildly beautiful eyes she had seen the jealousy of an undisciplined nature.
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