“May we not escort you to the tepee of Black Coyote?” the scout asked.
She smiled indulgently, and answered:
“I should be far safer alone, and I could find the tepee of Black Coyote in the blackest night, although he does not know it.”
“Perhaps you knew of their troubles,” suggested the scout.
“No; he was well and provided with buffalo meat the last time I was there—but I have been very busy of late and have not paid them a visit,” she answered, as if regretting the neglect.
“If you cannot well go to see him now I will visit him in the morning and provide food for several days, and tell them you are coming,” said the scout.
“No, I shall go very soon, although I thank you.”
“Very well; it is for you to choose. But we are at your service, my pards and I.”
“Now that you have performed the errand for Black Coyote you had better make haste back to the fort,” she said.
“I have a far more important errand,” said the scout.