their old-time enemy. The partial knock-out blows were not to their
liking. Little did the slashers realise that they owed their lives
that night to the very girl whose ruin they had sought, who through her
gentle influence upon her dusky defenders had caused them to stay their
hands and temper their punishment toward their hated enemies.




CHAPTER XXI

THROUGH THE WILDERNESS

Jean learned about her defenders' success upon their return to the
lodge. She had been anxiously awaiting their coming, and when they did
arrive and she saw the booty they carried with them, her heart sank
within her. The slashers must all have been slain, so she imagined.
When Sam, however, told her what had happened, she was greatly relieved.

"Will they trouble us any more?" she asked.

"No more now," and Sam smiled. "White man head hurt. Sore. Slashers
much 'fraid. Go 'way queek."

"Oh, I am so glad," and Jean gave a sigh of relief. She felt quite
secure now, and she looked with admiration upon the hardy Indians who
had done so much for her. She thanked them, and they were pleased at
her words. To see this white girl happy made up somewhat for their
disappointment of the night.