CHAPTER XV.
HIDDEN WORKINGS.
It was just after daylight when Olive awoke from her slumbers, but so busy had her brain been with dreams that it was some little time before she could realize her situation. Then she looked around for the squaw that had promised to be kind to her—saw that she was sitting at a little distance with her blanket drawn over her head, and whispered:
"Little Raven?" after thinking for some time upon the name she had but once heard.
"It is not Little Raven," was answered in a strange voice. "She is in the wigwams of the Sioux. What would the squaw of the pale-faces?"
"Alas! she promised to be my friend."
"And why should I not be?"
"Because all of your people appear to hate me."
"There are good and bad in every nation. One of your own race has been your worst enemy."