Noticing the puzzled expression upon the girl's face, the woman smiled.

"Pete no sure 'bout white peep'l," she continued. "Pete leave leetle
babby. All good t' leetle babby. Pete trust King George peep'l. Pete
no forget."

A new light now came into Jean's mind, and she partly understood why
the baby had been left at the settlement. It was simply a plan on
Pete's part to learn whether the Loyalists were worthy of his trust and
special attention. Never for an instant had she thought of such a
thing. When that little waif had been brought to her home that night
of the wild storm, she and old Mammy had taken it to their hearts, and
had done all they could for its welfare. But how much it had meant to
her. Pete had spread the word abroad among his own people, and because
of the care of a little Indian child, she herself had been saved from a
terrible fate. She thought of the arrow Dane had given her. She knew
that it had a great deal to do with her rescue, but not all. The care
of the baby was back of that. But did Dane know? Had he any idea that
the baby and the arrow were so closely connected? Was that the meaning
of his words when he had given her the arrow? Did he think that some
day she might need protection, and that the Love-Token would prove of
great value?

"Dane told you about this, didn't he?" and she touched the brooch.

"A-ha-ha. Dane tell Injun."

"And you knew me by this?"

"A-ha-ha. Injun know all sam' white woman take care babby."