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Sakewawin," she added, as if his voice had revealed to her the thought in his mind; "I know of a mountain that is all rock not so far off as the one Tara and I climbed and if we can reach that they will not be able to trail us. If they should find us...." She was opening the window. "What then?" he asked. "Nisikoos once killed a bear with that gun," she replied.

"Marge, you must creep back to the cabin!" "I am going to stay with you, Sakewawin. See, I will flatten myself out like this with Baree." She snuggled herself down against the rock and again David peered from his ambush. Their pursuers were well over the crest of the dip, and he counted nine.

It was day, and Marge was on her knees at his side, tugging at his breast with her hands and staring wildly into his face. "Wake, Sakewawin wake, wake!" he heard her crying. "Oh, my God, you must wake! Sakewawin Sakewawin they have found our trail and I can see them coming up the valley!" Scarcely had David sensed the Girl's words of warning than he was on his feet.

She tried to tell David about it, many days after they had begun that journey it seemed to him. "Only a little longer, Sakewawin," she cried, with her arm about him and her lips close to his bent head. "Only a little longer! They will not think to search for us there, and you can sleep sleep...."

Her voice drifted away from him like a low murmur in the tree tops and his fingers still clung in that death-grip in the mane at Tara's neck. And still many other days later they came to the cabin. It was amazing to him that the Girl should say: "We are only five miles from the Nest, Sakewawin, but they will not hunt for us here. They will think we have gone farther or over the mountains!"

So sudden had been the change in it that David was stunned for a moment. In that space of perhaps a quarter of a minute neither uttered a sound. Then Brokaw leaned slowly forward, his great hands clenched, and demanded in a hissing voice: "What did she mean when she called you that Sakewawin? What did she mean?" It was not now the voice of a drunken man, but the voice of a man ready to kill.

When they were all out to see Wapi off, I struck her over the head with the end of Nisikoos' rifle. Maybe she is dead. Tara is out there. I know where to find him when it is dark. I will make up a pack and within an hour we must go. If Hauck comes to your room before then, or Brokaw, kill him with the knife, Sakewawin! If you don't they will kill you!"

The deathly sickness was gone as quickly as it had stricken him, and he struggled upward, with her arms helping him. "You are hurt hurt " he heard her moaning. "If I can only get you on Tara, Sakewawin, on Tara's back there a step...." and he knew that was what she had been saying over and over again, urging him to help himself if he could, so that she could get him to Tara.

"You won't want it after to-night." Her eyes were closing again, heavily, for the last time. "Why?" he asked, bending over her. "Because, Sakewawin ... you have me ... now," came her voice, in drowsy softness; and then the long lashes lay quietly against her cheeks. He thought of her words a long time after she had fallen asleep.

He had not seen her face so white before. Her eyes were big and glowing darkly pools of quivering fear, of wild and imploring supplication. She ran to him, and clung to him with her hands at his shoulders, her face close to his. "Sakewawin dear Sakewawin we must go; we must hurry to-night!"

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