"What's wrong, dear?" her father anxiously enquired. "Didn't you sleep well?"
"I didn't sleep at all, daddy. Perhaps it was yesterday's excitement which kept me awake."
"Then, you must not go with us to-day, Glen. You stay here, and Sconda can remain with you. That will delight the old fellow, for he has been trying to invent some excuse for not going. In fact, he doesn't want me to go, either, and suggested that we all should return at once to Glen West."
"Why, what was his reason?" and Glen looked her surprise.
"Reason! Did you ever know an Indian to have a reason for anything? He acts from instinct or superstition, and the latter is what ails Sconda now. Klota has been telling him some bosh about a presentiment she had, that something terrible is going to happen to us out here in th
