They will
not think to search for us there, and you can sleep--sleep...."

Her voice drifted away from him like a low murmur in the tree tops--and
his fingers still clung in that death-grip in the mane at Tara's neck.

And still many other days later they came to the cabin. It was amazing
to him that the Girl should say:

"We are only five miles from the Nest, _Sakewawin_, but they will not
hunt for us here. They will think we have gone farther--or over the
mountains!"

She was putting cold water to his face, and now that there was no longer
the rolling motion under him he was not quite so dizzy. She had unrolled
the bundle and had spread out a blanket, and when he stretched himself
out on this a sense of vast relief came over him. In his confused
consciousness two or three things stood out with rather odd clearness
before he closed his eyes, and the last was a vision of the Girl's face
bending over him, and of her starry eyes looking down at him, and of her
voice urging him gently:

"Try to sleep, _Sakewawin_--try to sleep...."

It was many hours later when he awoke. Hands seemed to be dragging him
forcibly out of a place in which he was very comfortable, and which he
did not want to leave, and a voice was accompanying the hands with an
annoying insistency--a voice which was growing more and more familiar to
him as his sleeping senses were roused. He opened his eyes. It was day,
and Marge was on her knees at his side, tugging at his breast with her
hands and staring wildly into his face.

"Wake, _Sakewawin_--wake, wake!" he heard her crying. "Oh, my God, you
must wake! _Sakewawin--Sakewawin_--they have found our trail--and I can
see them coming up the valley!"

CHAPTER XXVI

Scarcely had David sensed the Girl's words of warning than he was on his
feet. And now, when he saw her, he thanked God that his head was clear,
and that he could fight. Even yesterday, when she had stood before the
fighting bears, and he had fought Brokaw, she had not been whiter than
she was now. Her face told him of their danger before he had seen it
with his own eyes. It told him that their peril was appallingly near and
there was no chance of escaping it. He saw for the first time that his
bed on the ground had been close to the wall of an old cabin which was
in a little dip in the sloping face of the mountain. Before he could
take in more, or discover a visible sign of their enemies, Marge had
caught his hand and was drawi