"She have papoose girl with her—young squaw."
"Her daughter June."
"Ugh! Now she no have young squaw."
"What's that? What do you mean by that. What has become of June?"
"You tell," said Joe, with a strange gesture. "She gone. Old squaw tear hair, tear run from her eye, she make a loud weep. Ha! Now you hear good news, Strong Heart! Now you know your enemy have the great sorrow! That make your heart much glad!"
But Frank was on his feet now, his face rather pale and a look of excitement in his eyes.
"See here, Crowfoot," he said, "do you mean to tell me that June Arlington has disappeared and that her mother does not know what has become of her?"
Joe nodded.
"Laugh!" he said. "Laugh, Strong Heart!"