BRAXTON WYATT'S ORDEAL The blood of Big Fox leaped for a moment in his veins, but it did not show under the paint of his face.

His figure never quivered.

He still knew all the danger, and he knew, moreover, how it had increased since the entrance of Braxton Wyatt, but he said, in slow, cold tones, full of deadly meaning: "It is the white youth who left his own people to come to our village and join our people.

We have received him, but the eyes of the warriors are still upon him." The insinuation was evident.

The renegade could not be trusted.