“Is your daughter to be trusted?” Girty asked.
“Why what do you mean?” said Kendrick, in wonder.
“I mean is she red at heart, like ourselves? Does she hate the whites?”
“Well, I reckon that she doesn’t bear ’em much love. The settlers have allers looked upon her as they would upon a spotted snake; a pretty thing, but dangerous, and not to be trusted, and not to be handled. But why do you ask the question?”
“I’ll tell you. I want some one to look after this girl.”
“Why not get one of the squaws?”
“I am afraid to trust her with them. Of course I shall have to go with Ke-ne-ha-ha, on his expedition against the whites. If any reverse should happen to the Indians, and the news of it reach the village in my absence, they might take revenge upon the girl.”
“Yes, that’s very true.”
“But if I can get your daughter to take charge of her, why that danger will be avoided.”
“Well, you kin ask the gal. I guess she’ll be willing to do it,” said Kendrick.