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"At white man's camp. Curly catch him. Curly make big trouble." "Are you sure? Did Mr. Reynolds send you here for help?" "White stranger did not send Sconda. Titsla tell Sconda at foot of Crooked Trail." "Oh, I see," Glen mused. "Titsla was at Big Draw with meat for the miners, and he found out that Curly was planning to harm Mr. Reynolds, eh?" "Ah, ah, Titsla come quick. Titsla tell Sconda."
Klota has been telling him some bosh about a presentiment she had, that something terrible is going to happen to us out here in the hills." "And does Sconda believe it, too?" Glen asked, controlling her feelings with a great effort. "Certainly he believes it. I laughed at him, and told him that he should have more sense than to pay any attention to such things." "But suppose he should be right?"
The sweep of the wind this evening not only tossed her hair but thrilled her very being, and for the first time since her return home she felt how good it was to live in such a place. For about half an hour they sped onward, with the wind steadily increasing. "Big blow soon," Sconda casually remarked, as he glanced at the heavy clouds massing over the mountains.
"I have not had time to think about it. Are you?" "Ah, ah; Sconda hungry." "Well, then, you can get dinner ready, and perhaps I shall be able to eat something, too." Sconda at once set to work, and in a remarkably short time he had a simple meal prepared. He served Glen first, and waited upon her until she had finished. "How long will it take the men to come back?"
We may be longer than we imagine in reaching the place, and if we discover the gold, we may take leave of our senses for a time and forget everything else. But Sconda will look after you, and there is plenty of reading matter to keep you out of mischief." As Weston stooped and kissed his daughter, he noted that she clung to him more tenderly than formerly, and that her body trembled slightly.
Glen awoke early the next morning, and after breakfast she went down to the store. Here she learned that Sconda and a dozen men had gone to Deep Gulch after the grizzly. Formerly, women would have done most of the heavy work, but the ruler of Glen West had changed all that. The men did not take kindly to this at first, but Jim Weston had been firm.
She longed then, as she had often longed in the past, for her mother, in whom she could confide the deep, sacred emotions of her heart. Her eyes became misty, and tears stole slowly down her cheeks. A step in the room startled her, and looking somewhat guiltily around, she saw Sconda advancing toward her.
Sconda was standing near The Frontiersman, and he offered to accompany her. But Glen smilingly told him that she wished to be alone this morning, and that perhaps Klota needed him more than she did. The Indian was quite surprised at her refusal, and somewhat piqued as well.
The Indian's eyes showed his astonishment as he studied the girl's face as if to make sure that she was telling the truth. "It is true, Sconda. I was there and saw him do it." "What was bear doing?" "Coming at me for all it was worth, and Midnight was almost frantic with fright. If it hadn't been for that white man we would be down there now where that grizzly is lying."
"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."
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