Artena bent forward eagerly.
“Kit in fight?” she asked anxiously.
“Yes; Kit South never throws away a chance to draw trigger on a Modoc.”
“Did Kit see Indian with cavalry hat on?” asked the squaw. “He have white feather in cap.”
“I think I did get a glimpse of such a devil,” answered the Oregonian. “In fact, I know I did, girl—but why do you ask?”
“That Indian Baltimore Bob.”
Kit South started.
“Talk to the General now, Artena,” he said, a moment later. “Tell him the news, and when you have done, I want a few words with you.”
Then Gillem put numerous questions to the Modoc girl, from whom he learned much concerning the present whereabouts of the Modoc chief, and something about his plans for future operations.
It was the night of the 26th April 1873—a day long to be remembered in the annals of Indian warfare.