"Yes, it is he whom I mean. He is the traitor, and he doesn't like the master, Ted Strong." "How do you know that?" "From what he has said to me. He is the bad man." "But tell me all about it. I didn't know that he had talked to you, even. Why did you not tell me this before?" "The white man threatened to kill me if I told." "Now you must tell me all." "We will sit down here, for there is much to tell." Singing Bird took a seat upon a fallen tree, and Stella sat down beside her. "Proceed," said Stella, "and leave nothing out." "When he first came to the camp, I wished he would not stay," began Singing Bird, "but every one seemed to think he was the good man, and who am I to say anything against the wishes of my friends who saved my life and made me a home?" "Did you know him then?" "Yes. I have seen him at the white soldiers' fort. He is the friend of Running Bear. He is a bad man, who steals other men's cattle." "But he brought ours back to us." "That was a trick to get into your camp. He is as cunning as a bad Indian. One day he came to me when no one was about, and told me that he had seen my husband, Running Bear, and that I must go back to him. I was frightened, but told him I would not do so. Then he begged me to tell him the secret I have. I told him I could not do it." "You have never told me that secret." "But I will. Always I have intended to do so." "When you are ready. But go on." "Then he told me that if I would tell him the secret he would marry me himself." The Indian girl flushed. "You know, sister, that it is a great thing for an Indian girl to marry a white man." "But you are already the wife of Running Bear," said Stella, who was puzzled. "That is the Indian marriage, and soon broken. But when I told him I didn't want to marry him, he got very angry. I told him I was going to stay with you, and he said that if I did I would be killed with all the rest of you; that it was coming, and that Mr. Strong had many enemies who were stronger than all of you." "Did he hint when this was going to take place?" "Yes, when we get to the Far North." "Did he say anything else?" "He told me that if I didn't go with him to-night he would kill me when I slept." "We shall see about that," said Stella spiritedly. "But why is all this fuss being made about you and your secret? It must be something very important." "Yes, to the white man, but not to the Indian." "Then why did Running Bear shoot you because you would not tell him?" "He wanted to sell the secret to a white man for whisky." "Who is the white man? Do you know?" "Yes. But I do not like to tell." "You have told me so much, you must tell me the rest." "The white man is a soldier at the fort." "A common soldier?" "No, a chief, who carries a sword." "Oh, an officer. What is his name?" "He is called Barrows." "Oh! And he offered Running Bear whisky for your secret? That is bad."