"Oh, are you coming back? I thought you were going to Fort Wayne."
She made no reply, but watched the four riders as they turned a little away from the lake and went south-west over the prairie. A pack horse, Black Partridge, and four other Indians were following them.
"What made you think I was going to Fort Wayne?" she asked.
"Nothing, only you had such a good start. Besides, you live there, don't you?"
"No," she said slowly, "I live here. I fought at Fort Wayne."
"Indeed!" remarked Ronald, with polite interest. "Indians or soldiers?"
The pink flush upon her face deepened. "Shall we go back, now?"
"As you please, Miss Manning."
She went ahead, leaving him to follow or not as he chose.