Why he maintained silence he could not have explained.

But he knew that he was half a mile from the Post, and that Wabi's sister should not be here at breakfast time.

In this minute's quiet he unconsciously studied the tracks in the ground.

How small the pretty Indian maiden's feet were! And he noticed, too, that her moccasins, unlike most moccasins, had a slight heel.
But in a moment more his inspection was cut short.

Was that a cry he heard far ahead?
His heart seemed to stop beating, his blood thrilled--and in another instant he was running down the path like a deer.