"Let me see if I can make clear to you my feelings about that. The Indian loves me, and that I could not hold against him. Then he it was who saved me from those bad warriors, at the risk of his own life, and for which he suffered greatly. That debt I could cancel in but one way, and to clear it utterly from my conscience I rode back to tell his captor that he was the friend, not the foe of the whites, for so he had ever appeared to be until his terrible threat to-day. Had I not said that he was not the leader of the redskin rescuers of Sitting Bull, you would still have held him prisoner, and if harm befell him it would have been through me. Thus it was that I told the falsehood, the double falsehood, in fact, about him, for I wished not his life upon my hands. Now that I have done my duty toward him, cancelled the debt of deep gratitude I owed him for his service to me, I tell you the secret, and of his dire threat of vengeance. Have I made myself fully understood, Lieutenant Kit Carey?" "Fully, Miss Bernard." "Then I shift all responsibility I hold to your broad shoulders," she said, with a smile. "I accept the load, and wish now to beg your pardon for having misunderstood you as I did, for I will candidly confess that I believed that you were in love with your Indian lover." She started, her eyes flashed fire, but when Kit Carey expected an angry response, she said, calmly: "I cannot blame you, sir, under the circumstances, for my words implied as much. But here is the spot where I was ambushed two years ago, and those whitened bones you see are those of my poor horse, Dandy, whom I loved more dearly than I ever yet have learned to love a man," and she cast a quick, searching glance into the face of the handsome officer, whose deeds of daring and strange history were the talk around many a border hearth-stone and camp-fire. What Jennie Bernard had told Kit was a cause of great uneasiness to him, for he knew that the Red Hatchet wielded immense influence with the young braves of his tribe, and was fermenting trouble, hoping to win fame for himself, for there is a wondrous amount of ambition, conceit, and pride in an Indian's nature, equal to that among some of our own pale-face warriors. A week he might wait, to keep his faith with the young girl, whose gratitude to him he had mistaken for love; but then if aught occurred to precipitate trouble between the Indians and the settlers or soldiers, Red Hatchet would at once act without regard to the time given the girl. "Miss Bernard, your father must at once leave his home, going to the nearest point with his family and belongings where protection is assured," said Kit. "It should be so, Lieutenant Carey; but my father will never leave his home," she answered, in a decided way. "He must." "But he never will, for he says that the Sioux will never harm him or those belonging to him," was the surprising answer of Jennie Bernard. CHAPTER XIII. THE REFUSAL.