“Ah! That accounts for the milk in the cocoanut. No wonder you are excited. What has he been doing this long time? Is he alone?”
“He has been searching for me, and he has a band of Crow warriors to back him, and we are all going to be released and carried home, and I have told him what to do.”
“You would not be so confident of release, I suppose, unless you had told him what to do. Pray tell me what instructions you gave him.”
Flora detailed the plan of the proposed ambuscade and attack upon the Arapahoes as they returned from their visit to the medicine-lodge. Wilder listened with a pleased countenance, but became grave at last.
“Very well planned!” he said. “No one could have hit upon a better idea. There is only one difficulty.”
“What is that?”
“Dove-eye.”
“I have not told her.”
“No; and you must not. Of course it would not do to trust her with the plan of a campaign against her own people. My only fear is that she will be killed in the melée, or will fly with the rest.”
Flora’s countenance fell. She had not thought of this.