"You?" asked Olive, in astonishment.
"Can not one with skin like the chestnut, love as well as her who is like the lily?"
"Certainly. Hearts are the same. And you love—"
"I came not to talk of him. The Medicine is his friend, and for his sake Burning Cloud would save you. Let her get up and come with me."
"Where?"
"If she doubts, she may follow her own trail. If she trusts, she may come."
Too weak to contend, even if she had been disposed to do so, Olive arose and accompanied her to the spot where the renegade, Parsons, was lying, bound hand and foot, and loudly cursing the one that had made him so.
"Little Raven," he said, as soon as the squaw came in sight, "what does this mean?"
"Let him look again," she replied, calmly, stepping forward, so as to give him a clear view of her face.
"You—I do not know you."