“Only lately have I been dowered with the ominous clairvoyance. I am changed, Loskiel.”

“Not in courage.”

“No,” he said with a shrug of his broad shoulders that set ruffles and thrums a-dancing on his rifle-dress.

We were silent for a while, watching the Indians at their polishing. Then he said in a low but pleasant voice:

“How proud and happy must you be with your affianced. What a splendour of happiness lies before you both! An unblemished past, an innocent passion, a future stretching out unstained before you — what more can God bestow on man and maid?� May bright angels guard you both, Loskiel.”

I made to thank him for the