His eyes were burning with a new light, and as Rod bent over him he whispered softly, but distinctly, "Dolores--Dolores--Where is Dolores ?" "Who is Dolores, John Ball ?" whispered the white youth, his heart thumping wildly.

"Who is Dolores ?" Ball drew up one of his emaciated hands and clasped it to his head, and a sobbing moan fell from his lips.

Then, after a moment, he repeated, as though to himself, "Dolores--Dolores--Who is Dolores ?" The Indians had come near, and heard.

But John Ball said no more.

He swallowed a few spoonfuls of soup and fell again into his death-like trance.
"Who is Dolores ?" repeated Wabigoon, his face whitening as he looked at Rod.