“My brother has spoken.”

“Why were you willing that I should see?”

“Where there are wild pigeons there are hawks, Loskiel. But perhaps the rosy throat could not understand the language of a Siwanois.”

“You warned her not to rove alone?”

He inclined his head quietly.

“She refused to heed you! Is that true? She left Westchester in spite of your disapproval?”

“Loskiel does not lie.”

“She must be mad!” I said, with some heat. “Had she not managed to keep our camp in view, what had become of her now, Sagamore?” I added,