General Miles, with his headquarters at Pine Ridge Agency, was directing operations in an able manner, and was master of the situation, though he fretted at having orders from Washington regarding his conduct of the campaign against the redskins. The other officers commanding columns were holding their men well in hand, and were ready to strike a blow when the time came to do so. In their retreat in the Bad Lands, the hostiles watched the situation through their scouts and emissaries visiting the "Friendlies," as the Indians who had not openly declared war were called, endeavoring to lead them to follow in their footsteps, and strike at the pale-faces a blow to be long remembered. The chiefs, feeling their influence on the wane, were urging on the Ghost Dance, and doing all in their power to ferment further trouble. One of the commands of soldiers had moved up near to the Bernard ranch, and the officers were surprised to know that Settler Bernard still remained at his home against all urging to depart for safer scenes, and also to discover that his daughter had been captured by the hostiles, and carried to their camp. The fact of Jennie's capture the Bernards would have kept secret had it been in their power, but it had become known, as well as was the fact that Lieutenant Kit Carey had gone to attempt her rescue, and had not since been seen. His scouts were still in position, and reported regularly everything of importance, but their white captain had not been seen since the night of his going in disguise into the retreat of the hostiles. The fact that he had gone, disguised as a Sioux medicine man, the Cheyenne scouts had kept from every one excepting the commanding general, well knowing that if a whisper of it got out, and was carried to the retreat, if not already a prisoner or slain, the Sioux chiefs would soon find out the intruder. When Herbert Bernard had seen the Sioux capture Jennie he had watched their departure with vindictive joy, for he felt keenly that the young girl had said that she despised him. That there was some motive deeper than his love for her, that would cause him to wish to make her an unloving wife, there seemed no doubt; but whatever that motive he kept it to himself. Returning home after feeling assured that Jennie was safe beyond all escape from him, for he seemed to feel the most perfect confidence in her Indian guards, he was met by his mother, who asked, anxiously: "Herbert, my son, have you seen Jennie?" "She went for a ride, mother." "It was a long one, then, for she carried a roll of blankets with her, and also took the large leather saddle bags filled with her things." "Is this so, mother?" "It is." "Then she intended to escape from us?"