“We will not move for five hours this time, so you will have another rest, so make the best of it.”
Again she slept soundly, and when she awoke the sun was shining brightly. She at once realized her position, and sighed.
But she went to a rivulet near and made her toilet, then sat down on a rock and ate the breakfast which the chief had cooked.
He had killed a deer, and gave her a nice steak, some bacon broiled on the coals, a crisp hoecake, and a cup of coffee in which there was some condensed milk and sugar he had brought from Pioneer City.
She ate heartily, mounted her horse, and again took her place behind the chief, who remarked quietly:
“As you can see through masks, Miss Fallon, I told my men to take them off.”
“Yes, they are Indians, and a cruel-looking lot they are, though with hearts that are not as evil as their master’s, for their training has been to kill, torture, and rob an enemy, yours far different.”
He bit his lip, but made no reply, and again rode to the front.
After a short while he said: