She had some money of her own, and this she put in her pocket, rolled up a couple of blankets, and with her rifle in hand sallied forth, carrying the heavy saddle bags.
Going to the stable she saddled and bridled her own horse, mounted, and rode away, no one observing her departure.
She took the trail toward the hostiles' retreat, and had gone but a mile, when she rode unexpectedly into the midst of a group of Indian horsemen.
It was Red Hatchet and his band.
CHAPTER XXVI.
When Herbert Bernard left the arbor, after his interview with Jennie, his face was black with passion.
His nature, in his disappointment and wounded pride, showed itself at once in his face, and he felt all the revenge of an Indian against the young girl.
"She shall marry me, and then I can make her suffer for her refusal, and saying that she hated and despised me," he said.