"Poor motherless child; sich as this is enough to make the honey stiddy; dear me, there's no stiddying her--clean gone mad, I declare. CHAPTER IV. MORE TROUBLES--WHO WAS BLOODY JIM--HIS ATTEMPT AT KIDNAPPING LITTLE WOLF--THE CAUSE OF HIS HATRED AND OF THE TERROR HE INSPIRED. Quite like a little fury, Little Wolf burst into her own private apartment. Locking the door, she stopped suddenly and stamped, in a paroxism of grief and vexation. "A drunkard's child!" she said scornfully "Disgrace!--I hate everybody!--I wish I'd shot myself!--I wish I was dead!--I wish father--" she did not finish the sentence; a loud knock at the door interrupted her. "Who's there?" she asked. "Me," said Sorrel Top. "Go away," said her young mistress, imperatively. "Mammy sent me," said Sorrel Top, "the Doctor is dying." "O, God!" exclaimed Little Wolf, in an agony, "I have got my wish." Trembling violently, she descended to the parlor and found her father stretched out on the sofa in an apoplectic fit. Wild and reckless as her words had been, Little Wolf would not for the world have seen her wishes fulfilled, and she was spared the remorse, which under the peculiar circumstances, her father's death would have occasioned. Not having perceived how completely her information respecting Bloody Jim, had brought her father to his senses, she little dreamed that, while she was giving orders to mammy, he was in another part of the house inspecting the fastenings of the doors and shutters. Finding all secure, he returned to the parlor, in order to learn the particulars of her meeting with the being, whose very name had created such terror and dismay throughout the household. Observing young Sherman and Dr. Goodrich, he attempted to address them, but suddenly lost the power of speech. It was many hours before Dr. Goodrich dared give any encouragement of his recovery to his almost distracted daughter. All night long, she watched, with the young physician and Edward, by his bedside. Daddy and others, kept a bright look out for the enemy; but he had been too badly wounded, to attempt any further violence that night. For reasons unknown to any except the parties concerned, Dr. DeWolf had, in the person of Bloody Jim, a revengeful and deadly enemy. He belonged to the Red River half-breeds. Several years before, while a company of his people were encamped in the vicinity of St. Paul, on the upper Mississippi, for the purpose of trafficking with the whites, Dr. DeWolf had paid them a chance visit.