The woman's eyes had never left his face. The trust and confidence her look expressed were almost touching. She did not question. She did not ask why she could not give the girl her warning. Yes, she understood. The proceeding appealed to her nature, for there is no being in the world to compare with the Indian when native cunning is required. She could do this thing. Was it not for Rosebud? But, above all, was it not for him? The honest man rarely puts faith in a woman's capacity outside her domestic and social duties. The rascal is shrewder. "It is a good way," she said, in her deep, soft voice, after much thought. "And I go--yes. I tell her. I say to her that she must not speak. And she say 'yes.' I know Rosebud. She clever too. She no child." She paused, and the man moved away to his seat. She looked over at him and presently went on. "Rosebud, she love Seth. I know." Nevil suddenly swung round. Only the blind eyes of love could have failed to detect the absolute look of triumph which had leapt to the man's face. Wanaha mistook the look for one of pleasure, and went on accordingly, feeling that she had struck the right note. "Yes. And Seth, he love too. They are to each as the Sun and the Moon. But they not know this thing. She think Seth think she like sister. Like Black Fox and your Wana. But I know. I love my man, so I see with live eyes. Yes, these love. So." And the dark eyes melted with a consuming love for the man she was addressing. Nevil sprang from his seat, and, crossing to the dark princess, kissed her with unwonted ardor. "Good, my Wana; you are a gem. You see where I am blind." And for once he was perfectly sincere. "It good?" she questioned. Nevil nodded, and at once the woman went on. "So. I know much. Rosebud tell me much. She much angry with Seth. She say Seth always--always look for find her white folks. She not want them--these white folks. She love Seth. For her he is the world. So. She say Seth angry, and want her go away. Wana listen. Wana laugh inside. Wana love too. Seth good. He love her much--much. Then she say she think Seth find these white folks." "Seth has found Rosebud's--folk?" The man's brows had drawn together over his shifty blue eyes, and a sinister look had replaced the look of triumph that had been there before. "She say she think." "Ah! She only thinks." Nevil's thumb was at his mouth again. "Yes." Wanaha finished. The change in the man's face had checked her desire to pursue the subject. She did not understand its meaning, except that her talk seemed no longer to please him; so she ceased. But Nevil was more interested than she thought. "And what made her think so?" he asked sharply. "She not say." "Ah, that's a pity."