Our mission known, and no longer a mystery, they treated us with the stolid indifference of Indian contempt.

I walked with eyes alert upon either side of our path for another glimpse of that girlish figure that I had seen before so dimly; but we traversed nearly the full length of the tepee rows before I saw any one that at all resembled her.

Even then, I was far from certain, until the sudden leaping up of a dying fire reflected on her crown of auburn hair, and set my heart to throbbing.
"Little Sauk!" I cried, in my excitement clutching his naked arm, "who is that white girl yonder, and how comes she here ?" The startled Indian sprang aside, flinging me from him with a violence that showed his giant strength.
"No white girl," he protested, vehemently.

"Pottawattomie." "No Pottawattomie has hair like the sunset," I retorted.

"Come, I would speak with the girl." For an instant I saw the bead-like eyes of the savage glittering in the darkness and wandering where I pointed.