“The squaw speaks English and has cooked for me when I have been here, for my own tepee is in the village. The cabin is furnished, as I told you, after a rude fashion, and you have your own satchel with clothing, so you will not be uncomfortable.”
As they passed a large tepee the outlaw called out to an Indian woman who stood there to approach them.
She did so, and Lucille noticed that her face was lighter than those about her, and she looked neat in her attire.
“Yellow Bird, I wish you to get your traps and come on up to the cabin. You are to look after this captive of mine while she is here, and take good care of her.”
The woman had glanced at Lucille as she came up, but that was all, and she replied, in fair English:
“Yellow Bird will do as the white chief bids her.”
Then they rode on, and soon halted before the cabin, which was built of hewn logs, with boards roughly sawed out of hewn timber serving as roofing. There was a porch along the front, and it was certainly a very fine cabin to find in an Indian village.
The chief took a key from a hiding place, which he appeared to know of, and unlocked the door.
There were four rooms in the cabin, and Lucille saw that it was furnished, though rudely, for the renegade had brought his belongings with him when he had fled from his own people.
“You will be at home here, Miss Fallon.”