That Not-Afraid-of-Death had killed his man the chief knew, and the similarity in the name caused them to rejoice that Lieutenant Carey, the white captain, had been killed, though they regretted that his scalp had not been secured by the redskins, who, from a distance, had seen the killing, yet dared not venture out to secure the trophy. Who in turn had killed Not-Afraid-of-Death was a mystery which no one could solve, though the scouts reported that it was one of the officer's Indian soldiers lying in ambush. That the cavalry had made a dash in and recovered the body of the lieutenant, was also deeply regretted by the hostiles. In the midst of all the tumult, following into camp had come a horseman, who was known to be a pale-face in disguise. He made no secret of the fact, gave a name which the Indians recognized as that of a friend, and asked to see Red Hatchet. That chief was called out of the council to speak with the stranger, and regarded him with evident suspicion as he approached him. "Red Hatchet, I am here to take back with me my sister, for I am White Hawk." The Red Hatchet knew him now by the name the Indians had given him, for it was Herbert Bernard. "The Snow Flower is safe with her Indian friends, and will remain. She is in the keeping of the medicine chief," was the response of the Red Hatchet. "No, she must return with me to her home, for my father, Eagle-that-Kills, has sent me for the Snow Flower." "The Snow Flower is in the medicine tepee, and when she leaves there it will be as the adopted daughter of the Sioux. She cannot go with the White Hawk," was the rejoinder of the Red Hatchet. Herbert Bernard crushed an oath between his teeth, and had he not counted the result would have sprang upon the Indian chief then and there. But instead he said: "Is the Red Hatchet no longer the friend of the Eagle-that-Kills, and of the White Hawk, that he acts like a foe and steals from them the Snow Flower whom they love so dearly?" "The Red Hatchet did not steal the Snow Flower, for the White Hawk told him to bring her here, and she came without force, for she loves the Sioux, and her heart is given to Red Hatchet!" The right hand of Herbert Bernard dropped upon a revolver, but he wisely did not draw it. He was wholly in the power of the Red Hatchet, and he felt anxious at his position even among those who were his friends, for toward the Bernards the Sioux had certainly shown no enmity. "Will the Red Hatchet let the White Hawk see the Snow Flower?" he asked. "No, for the Snow Flower is in the medicine tepee, and no one can see her." "The Red Hatchet is a traitor to his friend," was the reply of the young settler, as he turned on his heel and walked away, the chief uttering no word, or remonstrance. As he had come, so he left the camp of the hostiles, mounted his waiting horse, and returned by night to his home without seeing an Indian scout or soldier, and if seen by any one, he was not disturbed.