Singing Bird had gone into the woods on an exploring mission to find, if she could, the grave in which her father had buried her mother the day after the fight with the white miners, and had been gone an hour or more, when she came hurrying back, trembling like an aspen.
Rushing up to Ted, she fell at his feet.
"What's the matter now?" he asked, in a kindly way.
"I have seen him," she cried. "Save me! Save me!"
"Whom have you seen?" asked Ted.
"Running Bear. I go into the woods, and I see moccasin tracks; fresh ones. They are large and new, made this day. I run away from them. Then I see an Indian hiding behind the trees, always following me, and I turned and ran for the camp. He followed me until he saw the camp, when he turned and ran the other way."
"Are you sure it was Running Bear?"
"Oh, yes, I am sure. I know Running Bear. He was my husband."
"Well, do not be afraid. Running Bear will not hurt you. But don't go away from the camp."
Ted told the boys that the Indian was on their trail, looking for the mine himself, but that he would probably track them until they found it, and then try to take it from them by pressing to his service a band of Indians, which he could very well do.