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Natsu had taken the horses down to the wild meadow some distance away, and Sconda was in the kitchen. The latter was an excellent cook, and prided himself upon his ability to provide a most delicious repast, whether of moose meat or fried salmon. It was the latter he was preparing this evening, the fish having been brought from Glen West.
Glen asked as she rose from the table. "Till sundown, maybe," was the reply. "Dan is heavy and hard to carry." "Well, then, I am going to lie down for a while, Sconda. I did not sleep any last night, and the excitement of to-day has made me very tired. You will keep watch around the cabin, will you not?" "Ah, ah, Sconda will watch. Sconda will shoot Curly if he comes back."
Then the light of recognition leaped into her eyes, and with a cry of surprise she dropped upon her knees by the side of the prostrate man as he lay upon the deck. Almost instantly the impending storm burst with terrible fury over that inland body of water. The raft went to pieces like matchwood, and Sconda had all that he could do to manage the boat.
But, come to think of it, we must not let him die until we hear his story. There may be others in this plot, and we must find out who they are. Come, Sconda, give us a hand. Surely four of us can carry him." An exclamation from Natsu caused the white men to look quickly around, and as they did so they saw Sconda some distance away, bounding like a deer from rock to rock.
The north is all right in a way, but for a girl such as I am the life is too narrow. It is a splendid region for a person who wishes to lead the quiet life, but I am not ready for that at present." Weston made no reply to his daughter's words, but remained silent for some time as he stood with Sconda in the wheel-house.
Of a gentle, loving disposition, and true as steel to those who were true to her, there was hidden within her something of the primitive life of the wild, which, when stirred resembled the rushing tempests of her familiar mountains. Turning to Sconda she gave a few terse orders, and when the Indian had received them, he wheeled his horse and headed him for the village.
Reynolds certainly did understand, and with an exclamation of surprise and delight, he entered the little room, where he found a bath-tub partly filled with water, clean towels, a suit of clothes, and a shaving-outfit. "Where did all these things come from?" he asked. "Sconda fix 'em all sam' beeg house. Savvey?" "And are these clothes for me?" "Ah, ah. Missie Glen send 'em."
At last they suddenly beheld him bending over something lying upon a rock, which as they drew nearer they found to be the form of a man. Weston now was in the lead, and at the first glance he recognized the prostrate man. "It's the villain Dan!" he exclaimed. "What in time is he doing here? Is he dead?" he asked, turning to Sconda. "Dan no dead," was the reply. "Dan all same sleep."
"Keep him here for a while and patch him up. I must find out why he tried to shoot us, and if there are others in the plot, I know the villain is very revengeful, and that may have been his sole purpose for following us to-day. How did Sconda know about him, Glen?" "He saw him hurrying along this side of the lake shortly after you had disappeared beyond the wild meadow.
White man go to Big Draw, maybe." Although Glen was not altogether satisfied at what Sconda told her, yet it was some comfort to know that her rescuer had returned to Deep Gulch, and stayed there for a while watching the trail as if expecting to see someone. And was that someone herself? she wondered. She had the feeling that it was, and the thought pleased her.
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