“She brought me back to life. She found there was life in me. I had got a terrible crack on the head. She and the old woman brought me here, and I have been hidden in this teepee ever since. I’m a whole lot better now, Cody. I believe I could ride a horse.” “And the White Antelope has cared for you?” cried the scout. “She has, indeed.” Then the young man whispered: “Isn’t she beautiful? And how glad I am, old man, that you stayed my hand that day when I would have murdered her!” “Ho, ho!” muttered the scout. “Sets the wind in that quarter? I must tell you two young people something before more mischief be done.” He seized the girl’s hand and drew her forward to the side of Danforth’s couch. “White Antelope,” he said in English, “do you remember that I told you once I knew your mother?” She nodded, watching him with bright eyes. “She was a lovely woman. She was a white woman. It was true she was Oak Heart’s wife, but she had been espoused before by a good and great white man. He was killed by Oak Heart’s people, and for a time your mother was stricken by the mercy of the Great Spirit with forgetfulness. “When she came to herself she believed that her husband and her son were dead. She became Oak Heart’s squaw. But her son was not dead. I had saved him from the Indians, and he lived to grow up----” Danforth raised himself up with a great cry. “You do not mean it! It is impossible!” he cried. “This girl----?” “Is your sister. White Antelope, this young man is your elder brother--and a mighty fine fellow you’ll find him. Your mother was the finest woman I ever knew, and _your_ father, Dick--God help him!--was once the finest fellow in the world!” The scout choked and was silent. He was thinking of that awful, convulsed face of the Mad Hunter as he fell backward from the summit of the bluff, with Texas Jack’s bullet in his brain! “He--he is my brother?” murmured the girl, her eyes shining. “That’s what he is,” said the scout, recovering himself and speaking heartily. She went to Danforth and put both her hands in his. The young fellow suddenly pulled her down to him and kissed her on the lips. “That’s the way _white_ brothers and sisters greet each other,” he said, with a weak laugh. “When can you get us away from this camp, Cody?” That was a question easier to be asked than answered. But the excitement over the letting of Cody himself go free aided them in their attempt. The chiefs were murmuring against the decision of Oak Heart. The old man was fighting for his supremacy as head chief of the tribe. He could not even see the White Antelope, and shut her out of his lodge. This piqued the wayward girl. She was the more ready to go with her new-found brother, as he was ill and needed her. But she only agreed to go with him to Fort Resistence and then directly return. But Dick Danforth said confidently: