"You slept well, Gikhyi," replied the native. "It is good."
"Amos," continued the missionary eagerly, as the scenes of the previous evening rushed through his mind, "what of last night? Did you find the girl?"
"All's well, Gikhyi."
"Thank God! Thank God! But tell me, Amos, what have you been doing?"
"I went to the store when I left you, but it was in darkness. There were voices within, which sounded like Perdue's and Pritchen's. Jennie I did not see; she was not there. I had been waiting only a short time when a man arrived with a dog team. I think he came from Siwash Creek. There's a small camp of white men there, and they come in at times for supplies. This man went into the store, and that was the last I saw of him."
"And you didn't see Jennie at all?" asked Keith in surprise.
"No, not there. When I had waited quite a while near the store, and nothing happened, I went to the Indian camps, and visited them in turn. At last I found Jennie, sitting in one of the lodges, while the rest were asleep. Upon her face was a strange look. She neither spoke to me, nor I to her. I cannot understand the girl."
"But you will watch her, Amos," said Keith. "She may do the deed when we are off our guard."
"Yes, I will go at once, Gikhyi. But I will come back soon, for I have much to tell you about what happened last night."
The catechist had been gone but a short time when a knock sounded upon the door.