"My brother may have gone so far that he has lost his way, and is slow in finding it again."
"Do you think so, Deerfoot?"
The Indian fidgeted, but he could not avoid an answer.
"Deerfoot does not know; he cannot think right; he is in sore trouble for his brothers."
"No one can help them like you. O Deerfoot, won't you find my Jack and bring him home to me?"
The youthful warrior rose to his feet, and looking her in the face, spoke the words, "I will!" Then he turned and strode out of the door.
CHAPTER XVI.
A PERPLEXING QUESTION.
Deerfoot, the Shawanoe, had entered upon the most difficult task of his life. He had undertaken to follow up and befriend the youths who had disappeared more than a week previous, and who had left not the slightest clue as to where they had gone, nor what direction they had taken.