The girl’s cheeks flushed as she persisted:
“But how do you know? Have you some supernatural gift that enables you to see what people are doing no matter where you are?”
Natachee laughed.
“My gifts are only the gifts of an Indian, Miss Hillgrove; I see with the eyes of a red man, that is all.”
The girl looked again into the fire.
“I wish you did have the gift of second sight,” she said, speaking half to herself.
The Indian flashed a look at her that would have startled her had she seen it.
“Why?”
“Because,” she answered slowly, “because then perhaps you could tell me something that I want very much to know.”
The Indian, who was behind her, smiled.