Then she heard him no more.
But a great dread was upon her.

What meant that journey to the timber clump with the pick and shovel, and what had been done there during the hour that he had remained there?
The idol she knew, was buried in a clearing in the timber clump; she did not know just where, for she had looked at the diagram only once, when Calumet's father had shown it to her.

She had a superstitious dread of the idol and would not, under any circumstances, have examined the diagram again.

But she did not connect Calumet's visit to the timber clump with the diagram, for the latter was concealed in a safe place, under a board in the closet that led off her room; she had looked at it only once since Calumet had returned, and that only hastily, to make sure that it was still there, and she was certain that Calumet had no knowledge of its whereabouts.
Could Calumet have-- She pressed her hands tightly over her breast at this thought.

She did not want to think that! But he had a violent temper, and there were those men in Lazette, Denver and the other man, whom he had-- She shuddered.