"Are you sure?" she asked quickly. "How about Miskodeed?"
"Miskodeed?" he looked at her wonderingly.
"Yes, that beautiful Indian girl I saw you talking with up at Fort Malsun."
Stane laughed easily. "I know nothing whatever about her capacity as a healer," he said. "I have only spoken to her on two occasions, and on neither of them did we discuss wounds or the healing of them."
"Then——" she began, and broke off in sudden confusion.
He looked at her in some surprise. There was a look on her face that he could not understand, a look of mingled gladness and relief.
"Yes?" he asked inquiringly. "You were about to say—what?"
"I was about to say the girl was a comparative stranger to you!"
"Quite correct," he replied. "Though she proved herself a friend on the night I was kidnapped, for I saw her running through the bushes towards my tent, and she cried out to warn me, just as I was struck."
"If she knew that you were to be attacked she ought to have warned you before," commented Helen severely.