"A fire in prison is a dull affair by daylight," remarked Wilfred. "I think I shall go for a walk—a long walk."
"Mr. De Brunier will have something to say about that after last night's blizzard," returned Louison.
"Then please tell him it is my duty to go, for I am afraid an old Indian woman, who was very kind to me, was out in last night's snow, and I must go and look for her. Will you just undo that door and let me out?"
"Not quite so fast; I have two minds about that," answered Louison. "Better wait for Mr. De Brunier. I know I shall be wrong if I let you go off like this."
"How can you be wrong?" retorted Wilfred. "I came to this place to warn you all there was a party of Blackfeet hidden in the reeds. Well, if I had waited, what good would it have been to you? Now I find the old squaw who made me these gloves was out in last night's snow, and I must go and look for her, and go directly."
"But a boy like you will never find her," laughed Louison.
"I'll try it," said Wilfred doggedly.
"Was she a Blackfoot?"
"Yes."
"Then she is safe enough in camp, depend upon it," returned Louison.