"A-ha-ha, mebbe."

This was all the information Jean could gain from the woman, and she
was greatly mystified. Kitty evidently knew who the man was, and yet
she would tell nothing more than that he was a big chief. She sat down
before the fire and tried to puzzle it all out. But the more she
thought, the more confused she became, and at last was forced to give
up in despair. Perhaps she could find out for herself. Anyway, she
must get food and clothing to send to the Loyalists as speedily as
possible.

In the meantime Kitty had found a quantity of Indian meal and was
cooking some cakes in one of the frying-pans she had found. There was
also a good supply of molasses in a cask, which when served with the
cakes makes fairly good eating. It was a change, at any rate, from the
constant meat diet.

"Kitty cook plenty bimeby," the Indian woman announced. "Good tam, eh?"

"Some of that food must go to those starving people on the A-Jem-sek,"
Jean replied. "And look at those blankets. Why, there are enough to
keep them all warm. You and Sam will take some, will you not?"

To this request Kitty made no response, and while Jean was wondering
why she did not answer, Sam entered the room, and came close to the
fire.

"Beeg chief want see babby," he announced.

"How is he?" the girl asked, rising to her feet.