I find out who my Visitor is: with Something about him, but with more about the Chinook which came out of the Northwest: together with what I do with the Powder, and how I again wake up suddenly. When I sat up there in the stronghold and saw that creature with the glare of the lantern on his hideous face I knew two things, and these were, first, that it was an Indian, and, second, that he was the thief who had made me so much trouble, though how I knew this latter I can't say. I knew, too, that I was at his mercy. What I should have done first I don't know if it had not been for Kaiser, but he acted so that it took all my strength to quiet him. I saw it would not do to let him spring at the wretch, who was now squatting in the snow at the mouth of the tunnel with my gun on his knee, the muzzle pointed straight at me. When at last Kaiser began to act like a reasonable being, I said to the Indian, pretty loud and sharp, so he wouldn't know I was scared: "What do you want?" He grunted and made a noise down in his throat, which I couldn't see meant anything. So I said: "Don't understand. Where'd you come from?" He only grunted again. I knew that a great many times an Indian will pretend he can't talk English when he can, so I kept at him. "What you going to do with the gun?" I next asked him. This seemed to interest him. He looked down at it over his thick eyelids and said in very good English: "Shoot thieves. Steal Indians' ponies." It flashed upon me that perhaps I could make him help me after all, though I could see that he was a renegade and a drunkard. "Did you see the fight?" I asked, beginning vaguely to suspect the truth. He gave a grunt which meant yes. "Heap good fight," he added. "Will you help fight if they come again?" He said nothing, but sat looking at Kaiser, who was still growling, and only kept back because I held him by the collar. "Where do you stay?" I asked. He made no answer. "How did you come here?" I went on. "Other Indians," he said. "Long sleep--gone when wake up." I thought I saw through the whole thing. "Did you see face--all fire--looking at you down in cellar?" He only gazed at me out of his little black eyes. I guessed that he had drunk more than the others and had gone to sleep before the bad spirit looked in at the window, and so had not seen it and had been left behind. "Did you see barn burn--big fire?" I asked. He made not a sound in reply to this. "Give me the gun," I said. He gave his head a little shake and jerked out a sharp grunt. "Give it to me and I give you another to-morrow." He made not a movement or sound. I could see that he had no intention of giving it up.