"Is daddy home yet?" she asked, speaking in the rhythmical native language with which she was so familiar.
"Not home," was the brief reply.
"He said that he might come to-day, didn't he?"
The Indian, merely nodded.
"He has been gone for nearly a week now," Glen continued, "and I wonder what can be keeping him. Do you think he will come to-night?"
"Sconda doesn't know. Big white chief alone knows."
Glen laughed and stroked Midnight's neck with an impatient hand.
"I guess you are right, Sconda. Daddy alone knows what he is going to do, for he never tells me, at any rate. But as he is not here I must take matters into my own hands. You know Deep Gulch beyond the Golden Crest?" and she motioned to the left.
Again the Indian nodded.
"Well, then, there is a dead bear in the Gulch, Sconda, and I want you to take men and bring it in, see?"