blankets, she was astonished to see many muskets leaning against the
wall. She went over and began to count, and found there were fifty in
all. She also saw numerous old swords, bayonets, and boxes filled with
bullets. There were cans, as well, which she believed contained
powder. She grew more puzzled now than ever. Who could the man be,
and why did he have so many guns? Perhaps he was a trader, and dealt
with the Indians. But why had not Sam and Kitty spoken about him?
Then she recalled the look of defiance in his eyes when she had first
met him. What was the meaning of that?

She crossed the room to where the Indian woman was searching among the
pots, pans, and other cooking utensils near the fire-place.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"Cook supper," was the reply. "Plenty grub, eh?"

"There certainly is, Kitty. I wonder what that man is going to do with
it all." She then lowered her voice, and glanced toward the door. "Do
you know anything about him?" she enquired. "Why does he have so many
guns?"

"Kitty know," was the reply. "White man beeg chief."

"What kind of a chief?"

"Kitty no say now. Bimeby, mebbe."

"Is he a trader?"