"Who are you?" cried Jennie, hardly believing what she heard could be true.
"I am known in the army register as Captain Carey, Miss Bernard; but in the hostiles' camp I am supposed to be Moon Eyes, a Brule medicine chief."
"Oh, what peril you are in!" came in almost a moan from the lips of the young girl.
"I think not as much as you suspect; but cheer up, and be ready to take advantage of anything that may occur to aid your escape. I need not urge you to retain your presence of mind, for you have a wonderful nerve—good-night!" and the pretended medicine man was gone, leaving Jennie Woodbridge in a flutter of excitement, and bordering between hope and despair.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
The poor girl had hope with such a friend near as was Kit Carey, and then came the knowledge of all the danger he was in, what would follow discovery of who he was, and her dread for him was even greater than for herself, and it seemed that in spite of her nerve and his dauntless courage despair would creep into her breast.
There had been a fight with the soldiers up near the Pine Ridge Agency, and some dead and wounded warriors had been brought into the retreat, throwing the camps into a tumult of excitement.