He answered swiftly: "It will be the greatest service man or woman ever rendered me, Moon. And it will end this miserable, useless rising."
"So?" she said. "Then—I will tell—you. Why should I not—tell you? Loud Gun—and his—people—have cast me off. Then, why should I—not—tell you—whom I love—ah, yes I love—as much as—ever? They have gone—they have gone—"
He felt her slipping away and made a desperate attempt to hold her back.
"Yes, yes! Where have they gone? Quick, Moon—tell me!"
"They have gone—gone—that way." She pointed with her shaking hand. "They—rode—through—that slough—there—to hide the tracks—and down a little stream—on the other—side. So—for three hours—and then—for—"
"Yes?"
"For the—great lake—in the north. Its name—its name—"
"I know it!" said Hector. "I know it."
She had shown him the trail.
And she was fast nearing another trail—a longer trail—herself. He felt her clutch his hand convulsively.