KIT CAREY TO THE RESCUE! When upon his return to the ranch, the keen, ever-watchful eyes of Herbert Bernard had seen Jennie coming along the trail. "Ha! not a moment too soon was I," he said. "She is already off," and quickly he wheeled out of sight and rode back toward the Indians whom he knew were following him. As he came in sight of them he raised his hands, made certain signs[6] which caused the band to at once scatter to shelter on either side of the trail, hiding amid the rocks and brush. Herbert Bernard saw that his signs were read as thoroughly as though he had spoken, and at once he wheeled off the trail and disappeared in the timber. And on rode his intended victim, poor Jennie. She had made up her mind to take a trail that would carry her toward the nearest settler's house, and from there she would go on her way, she hardly knew how, or where. But if she could find friends she would then be able to place her case in the hands of an attorney, and make Vance Bernard account for her property which he held. With these half formed ideas in her mind she had left the home she had deemed her own. She dared not wait to keep her appointment with Kit Carey, for she was afraid to ride toward the Indian lines, fearing to meet Red Hatchet. And now she rode right into the midst of the band of the very chief whom she had feared and wished to avoid. She wheeled her horse quickly to fly, but around her circled the warriors, and she was completely cut off from all escape. "Does the Snow Flower fly from the Red Hatchet?" asked the cunning chief, coming forward with a look of satisfied triumph which even his war paint did not conceal. Jennie was quick to take advantage, and to show fear of the cunning chief and disappointment she knew would make matters worse for her. She did not know that she had ridden into a trap, and so said, pleasantly: "I did not know that it was the Red Hatchet, my friend. I was going to the house of a neighbor." "The Snow Flower is in danger, for redskin warriors and pale-face braves are on the war-path. The Snow Flower must go with the Red Hatchet." "Where?" "To his people." "Do you mean I am to go to the hostiles' camp in the Bad Lands?" asked Jennie, in alarm. "Yes, for the Sioux are to take the war-trail and kill, and the Snow Flower will be safe among the people of Red Hatchet. Blood has flowed over on Wounded Knee, and there are Sioux warriors, women and children to be avenged. The white soldiers of the Great Father shall be swept off the earth, and the homes of the pale-faces will be destroyed, their women and children killed, as their men killed ours. With my people the Snow Flower will be safe. She must go." Jennie listened in dire alarm, and yet her nerve did not leave her. She knew that she was powerless to resist, and if she went willingly, or rather apparently so, she would have a chance of escape, while if she went as a captive, she would not have.