“Are you not afraid of danger meeting you?” the scout questioned.
“No, sir; I have little fear.”
“Yet just now you were powerless in the hands of a ruffian.”
“Very true. I thank you for saving me from him.”
She looked at the dead outlaw with a shudder.
“You are a brave girl and deserve a different fate from lingering here in these hills, and living the life of a hermitess.”
“Oh, I would so love to go away,” she declared. “But, sir, you must not stay here, for any moment some warriors may pass, and your life would certainly be the forfeit.
“I was going to warn you of danger, because I did not wish to see you and your paleface friends massacred, and now I have double cause for saving you.”
Her expressive face showed that she was very much in earnest.
“Oh, sir, fly from these hills, you and your friends, for even now the Sioux are assembling all their braves to attack you, and he that is called Kansas King will side with the Indians in the war against you.”