“Naki,” Miss Sallie began, as soon as the man entered the room. “My niece has taken Eunice away for a few days. She told me to ask you to go up to the wigwam and bring the Indian woman down to your house again.”
Naki shut his lips together. “The Indian woman will not return to my house,” he said.
“Why not?” Miss Stuart asked, angrily. “It is much better for her to be with you. She will die up there.”
“She wishes to die up there,” Naki avowed.
“Nonsense!” retorted Miss Stuart. “We cannot let her suffer so because of the child.”
“She is afraid to come down the hill again,” Naki continued. “She is afraid of the law.”
“Why should she be afraid of the law?” inquired Mr. Latham.
“I cannot tell,” Naki replied; “but the woman who came to my house with her son told the old squaw she must hide. If her secret was discovered she would be sent to prison.”
“What woman and her son came to your house to see this squaw?” asked Mr. Latham.
Miss Sallie sat with her hands tightly clasped, scarcely daring to breathe. She had not dared to hope that her plan would work out so well.