"Oh, where is he? Why didn't he come with you? Didn't he want to see me? I am so sorry; isn't he with you?"
And she peered around, as if she suspected the young Ogalalla was hiding behind the saddle of her brother.
Brinton smiled, and then gravely shook his head. He said, addressing his parents more than the little one—
"I was never more astonished than to find that Wolf Ear, despite the training he has had at Carlisle, has joined the hostiles, and is now an enemy of those who were such good friends of his."
The youth did not think it wise to tell, in the presence of his sister, the particulars of their first meeting.
"You grieve me more than I can express," replied the father; "are you sure you are not mistaken?"
"Not when he told me so himself."
"But you must have met as friends."
"He said he would not harm any one of us, if the fortunes of war should give him the chance; but he declares himself the enemy of all others of our race. He has a twin brother, and he and his father and mother, as Wolf Ear coolly told me, would be pleased to scalp us. I have no more faith in him than in them. We parted as friends, but he has joined that very party which fired on you, and will go back to the house with them."
"And finding us gone, what then?"