Yes it was
there--in his pocket--a revolver! He possessed himself of the weapon
with an exclamation of joy, locked the door, and ran across the hall.
The Girl opened her door for him, and closed it behind him as he sprang
into her room. The first object he noticed was the Indian woman. She was
lying on a cot, and her black eyes were levelled at them like the eyes
of a snake. She was trussed up so securely, and was gagged so thoroughly
that he could not restrain a laugh as he bent over her.
"Splendid!" he cried softly. "You're a little brick, Marge--you surely
are! And now--what?"
With his revolver in his hand, and the Girl trembling under his arm, he
felt a ridiculous desire to shout out at the top of his voice to his
enemies letting them know that he was again ready to fight. In the
gloom the Girl's eyes shone like stars.
"Who--was it?" she whispered.
"Hauck."
"Then it was Brokaw who went with Wapi. Langdon and Henry went with him.
It is less than two miles to the lake, and they will be returning soon.
We must hurry! Look--it is growing dark!"
She ran from his arms to the window and he followed her.
"In--fifteen minutes--we will go, Sakewawin. Tara is out there in the
edge of the spruce.
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