Still silent, in amazement and gratitude, he obeyed.
The maiden turned to Joe.

Though traces of pride still lingered, all her fire had vanished.

Her bosom rose with each quick-panting breath; her lips quivered, she trembled like a trapped doe.
But at last the fluttering lashes rose.

Joe saw two velvety eyes dark with timid fear, yet veiling in their lustrous depths an unuttered hope and love.
"Whispering Winds--save--paleface," she said, in a voice low and tremulous.

"Fear--father.