The blanket was drawn over her head again. Another stalwart Indian seized her and ran on with such strides that it nearly jolted the breath out of her body, and the close smell of the blanket made her faint. When the second Indian released her she fell to the ground in a heap.
"White Rose lost her breath, eh?"
"You have covered her too close. We are to deliver her alive. The white brave will have us murdered if she dies."
One of them brought some water from a stream near by, and it revived her.
"Give me a drink!" she cried, piteously. Then she glanced at her abductors. Four fierce looking Indians, two unusually tall and powerful. To resist would be useless.
"Whither are you going to take me?"
A grunt was the only reply, and they prepared to envelop her again.
"Oh, let me walk a little," she besought. "I am stiff and tired."
"You will not give any alarm?"
Who could hear in this wild, solitary place?