And now she rode right into the midst of the band of the very chief whom she had feared and wished to avoid.
She wheeled her horse quickly to fly, but around her circled the warriors, and she was completely cut off from all escape.
"Does the Snow Flower fly from the Red Hatchet?" asked the cunning chief, coming forward with a look of satisfied triumph which even his war paint did not conceal.
Jennie was quick to take advantage, and to show fear of the cunning chief and disappointment she knew would make matters worse for her.
She did not know that she had ridden into a trap, and so said, pleasantly:
"I did not know that it was the Red Hatchet, my friend. I was going to the house of a neighbor."
"The Snow Flower is in danger, for redskin warriors and pale-face braves are on the war-path. The Snow Flower must go with the Red Hatchet."
"Where?"
"To his people."
"Do you mean I am to go to the hostiles' camp in the Bad Lands?" asked Jennie, in alarm.