I'm thinking that they'll be out hunting for us too, if we don't move right lively.

Come." She gave the Indian another glance when she had taken but a step.

He grunted and held up something in his hand--something that shone with a dull yellow light.

It was a small, oval, gold locket which she had always worn in her bosom.

She sprang and snatched it from his palm.
"Thank you," she exclaimed, smiling gratefully.