"Tonight! But why?"
"I do not know, fully. The thing is hidden from me, but there is some one who means to slay."
"Who is it?" asked Stane in sudden curiosity.
"It is the son of Chief George's sister—the man for whom the officer came to the encampment yesterday."
"Then he is at the camp, after all?"
"He was there when the officer came. The story which Chief George told about his departure to the Great Barrens was a lie."
"But why should he seek to kill me?"
"Have I not said I do not know fully? But he promises big things if thou are slain: rifles and the water that burns and makes men sing, and tea and molasses, and blankets for the women."
"But," protested Stane, "I have but one rifle and little spirit and tea. I am not worth plundering, and Chief George must know that the law will take account of his doings, and that the grip of the law reaches right up to the Frozen Sea."
"He knows," answered the girl quietly, "but Chigmok—that is his sister's son—has filled him with a lying tale that the law will take no account of thee, and he believes, as Chigmok himself believes."