Truly, the witch had puzzled me so sorely with her caprices, her quick change of mood, her odd mixture of girlish frankness and womanly reserve, that I knew not which might prove the real Toinette,--the one to trust, or the one to doubt.
So I stood there, clasping her soft hands in mine, my heart throbbing, yet my tongue hesitating to perform its office.

But at last the halting words came in a sudden, irrepressible rush.
"Toinette!" I cried, "Toinette! I could forget all else,--our danger here, the horrors of the night just passed, the many dead out yonder,--all else but you." She gave a sudden startled cry, her affrighted eyes gazing across my shoulder.

I wheeled, with quick intuition of dangers and there, just within the entrance of the tepee, the flap of which he had let fall behind him, in grave silence stood an Indian..