she was fifteen and she saw a chance 

 for escape, if . 



As she stood facing the rising sun, 

 waiting for Sharpnose and White- 

 leg to restore to its place the out- 

 raged dead, a plan was slowly 

 forming in her mind. The great, 

 fiery ball was well up in the horizon 

 when the two men approached her, 

 leading the horses. 



Ah-heh-et-seh, Sharpnose, the fam- 

 ous hunter, was lithe, sinewy, grace- 

 ful, with clear coppery skin and 

 handsome face. 



It-tas-da-chirsch, Whiteleg, was 

 thickset, with heavy, stolid features 

 to which smiles and flashes of pleas- 

 ure were little known. 



Manita sighed. She would have 

 preferred Sharpnose, but he was 

 married, and would not do. Turning 

 to Whiteleg she said, "Will you 

 take back me to the school? Your 

 horse will carry double." 



Sharpnose, with a nod of goodbye, 

 flung himself into the saddle and 

 galloped away. Whiteleg silently 

 mounted his horse and notwith- 

 standing that animal's objections, 

 vigorously expressed, drew Manita 



