Hampton thought of this.
He durst not venture all he was so earnestly striving after--love, reputation, honor--to the chance of a stray Sioux bullet.

No! and he remembered Naida again, her dark, pleading eyes searching his face.

To the end, to the death if need were, he would follow! The memory of his old plains craft would not permit any neglect of the few necessaries for the trip.

He bought without haggling over prices, but insisted on the best.

So it was four in the afternoon when he finally struck into the trail leading northward.