"Does the Red Hatchet think that I am blind, for did I not see him lead the redskins to rescue Tatanka Yotanke?"
And as he spoke Kit Carey turned quickly, for up the steep trail came a horse at full speed, and the rider he bore was Jennie Bernard.
CHAPTER X.
Kit Carey was fairly startled at the vision of loveliness he beheld before him, for Jennie Bernard had drawn rein suddenly, as she came to where the Sioux chief lay upon the ground, still in the toils of the lasso held in the hand of his captor, who stood over him, his revolver covering him.
Attired in a buckskin riding habit that fitted her form perfectly, wearing a slouch dove-colored hat, and sitting her horse like one reared in the saddle, she was a perfect picture of a border girl, handsome and fearless.
Hardly had her horse been reined to a sudden halt, when the chief spoke in good English:
"Let the Snow Flower speak! Is the Red Hatchet the friend, or the foe, of the pale faces?"
Ever courteous Kit Carey had raised his hat, and now at the words of the imprisoned Sioux chief, spoken most impressively, he had looked straight into the face of the young girl with a strange expression.