how her father's heart must be nearly broken. She would get the
Indians to take her back at once. But when she mentioned this upon her
return to the lean-to, Kitty shook her head.

"No go now," she said. "Cold bimeby. Snow come. Ribber freeze."

"Will we go then?" Jean eagerly asked.

"Mebbe, Sam come back soon. Sam know."

"Where is Sam now?"

"Sam dere," and she motioned off toward the river. "Sam watch white
man. Sam track'm all sam' bear. White man no see Sam."

"What white man? Isn't he dead?"

"A-ha-ha, Seth dead. More white man."

"What, are there others?"

"A-ha-ha. Bad! Ugh! Hunt babby. No find babby. White man mad."

"Will they come here?" A new fear had now come into Jean's heart. So
there were other men after her! Who were they? But she had confidence
in her dusky friends, and believed that they would save her.

"White man come, mebbe," the Indian replied. "No ketch Injun, no ketch
babby. All gone."