"Him heap good feller. Him no come back bimeby."
The girl's eyes widened with sudden fear.
"What do you mean?" she demanded, with a clutching at her heart.
The Indian's features relaxed into something approaching a smile.
"Him crazy, sure!"
CHAPTER IV
LEO
Leo gazed about him as he left the woodland shadows behind. All sign of the recent blizzard had passed. The world was white, cold, and bathed in the gleaming sunlight of the northern winter. The air was warmer than it had been for days, an unusual phenomenon after such a storm.
For a moment his unexpressive eyes lifted to the shining sky. There was nothing to suggest anything in the nature of one of those rapid changes of weather so much a feature of winter in this region, and the prospect seemed to satisfy him. From the sky his glance drifted to the jagged horizon, and here it searched closely in every direction. For a long time he stood studying every rise and depression in the glacial ocean of hills and valleys; then, slowly, his interest began to wane.