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Updated: June 9, 2025
She was still asleep when he placed her on the balsams, and it was dark when he awakened her for supper. The fire was burning brightly. Tara had stretched himself out in a huge, dark bulk in the outer glow of it. Baree was close to the fire. The girl sat up, rubbed her eyes, and stared at David. "Sakewawin," she whispered then, looking about her in a moment's bewilderment.
I believe it is far enough down for a fire. And if it is impossible for you to ride Tara I'm going to carry you!" "You can't, Sakewawin" she sighed, letting her head touch his arm for a moment. "It is more difficult to carry a load down a mountain than up. I can walk." Before he could stop her she had begun to descend.
We can't put up a running fight for they'd keep out of range of this little pea-shooter and fill me as full of holes as a sieve!" She was tugging at his arm. "The cabin, Sakewawin!" she exclaimed with sudden inspiration. "It has a strong bar at the door, and the clay has fallen in places from between the logs leaving openings through which you can shoot!" He was examining Nisikoos' rifle.
And he began by asking how she had so carelessly run away with only a pair of moccasins on her feet and no clothes but the thin garments she was wearing. "They were in Tara's pack, Sakewawin," she explained, her eyes glowing like sleepy pools in the fireglow. "They were lost." He began then to tell her about Father Roland.
She stood there, with her back to the door. "We must hurry, Sakewawin. We must go to-night!" David looked at her. A spy? Police? Quite the first thing for Hauck to suspect, of course. That law of self-preservation again the same law that would compel them to give up the girl to him to-morrow.
He had almost reached the top when he saw her sitting in the shade of a rock, watching him as he toiled upward. There was a mischievous seriousness in the blue of her eyes when he reached her side. "I'm sorry, Sakewawin," she said, lowering her eyes until they were hidden under the silken sheen of her long lashes, "I couldn't make Tara go slowly. He is hungry, and he knows that he is going home."
David asked. "Sakewawin I had never heard it." He lied calmly, turning his head a bit out of the light. Brokaw stared at him a moment before answering. "When a girl says that it means she belongs to you," he said. "In Indian it means possession! Dam' ... of course you're right! She said it to me. She's mine. She belongs to me. I own her. And I thought...."
"Sakewawin! What did she mean when she called you that?" It was Brokaw's voice again, turning the words round but repeating them. He made a step toward David, his hands clenched more tightly and his whole hulk growing tense. His eyes, blazing as if through a very thin film of water water that seemed to cling there by some strange magic were horrible, David thought. Sakewawin!
"I'm glad," she said, and snuggled close to him shiveringly. "I'm glad, Sakewawin." In the darkness that was gathering about them it was impossible for him not to take her in his arms. He held her close, bowing his head so that for an instant her warm face touched his own; and in those moments while they waited for the gloom to thicken he told her in a low voice what he had learned from Brokaw.
It is less than two miles to the lake, and they will be returning soon. We must hurry! Look it is growing dark!" She ran from his arms to the window and he followed her. "In fifteen minutes we will go, Sakewawin. Tara is out there in the edge of the spruce." Her hand pinched his arm. "Did you kill him?" she breathed. "No. I broke off a leg from the table and stunned him."
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