"Mr. Steadman will help us," replied her father. "He knows the language, and has the chief's confidence."
"I shall go to him at once," and Constance reached for her cloak.
"Why not send a note by the Indian girl, and ask him to come here, Connie? It's quite dark outside, and I don't like for you to go alone. There are too many rough men around, and, besides, I would like to talk with Mr. Steadman, too, about the matter."
"Very well, father; what you say is quite true."
Sitting down before the table, Constance drew forth a sheet of note paper from her little writing pad, and with a lead pencil wrote a few words to the clergyman. This was the first time she had ever written to him, and her face flushed as she began, "Dear Mr. Steadman."
"I have asked him to come here as soon as possible," she said to her father, as she folded the paper and placed it into an envelope.
"That will do, Connie. He will know that we need him on urgent business."
"Jennie," said Constance, "will you take this to the mission house, to Mr. Steadman?"
The maiden clutched the letter in her hand, rose, and started for the door. She felt it was something important.
"And you will go quick?"