The night is a hard one for sleep.

It has frightened you." "It has warned me," she persisted, standing as motionless as a statue at his side.

"Neekewa, the spirits do not forget.

They have not forgotten that winter when you came, and my people were dying of famine and sickness--when I dreaded to see little Sun Cloud close her eyes even in sleep, fearing she would never open them again.

They have not forgotten how all that winter you robbed the white people over on the Des Chenes, that we might live.