"No, for the Snow Flower is in the medicine tepee, and no one can see her."
"The Red Hatchet is a traitor to his friend," was the reply of the young settler, as he turned on his heel and walked away, the chief uttering no word, or remonstrance.
As he had come, so he left the camp of the hostiles, mounted his waiting horse, and returned by night to his home without seeing an Indian scout or soldier, and if seen by any one, he was not disturbed.
It was just dawn when he reached his home, and having washed off his paint and resumed his civilized garb, he sought his father.
The latter seemed to feel that he had been unsuccessful, for he asserted, rather than asked:
"You came back alone?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"The Red Hatchet would not give her up."