low.

Jamieson brought up. He saw the look of defeat in Oliver's bloodshot
eyes, and his voice quaked, his body shuddered in mortal terror of what
he was to hear.

"It's bad news, but not as bad as it might be," began the captain.
Colonel Cummings offered him a chair. He dropped into it. "It is said
that your mother and sister are alive, and will be delivered up to us in
the spring, provided there are no executions here. But--I didn't see
them, and I don't know where they are."

Jamieson coughed down a heart-broken protest, and, as if stunned,
tottered weakly toward the stove.

Colonel Cummings knotted his hands together. "Where's Matthews?" he
asked.

He was answered by the slamming of the outside door, and by a voice in
the entry; a moment later, there was a sharp tattoo on the library door.
The colonel opened it and answered the interpreter's salute.

With Matthews seated on the army cot, and the commanding officer pacing
to and fro, Captain Oliver made his report. He stood at the window, his
arms folded, his eyes following his superior.

"We located the camp easily," he said. "The directions given by the
hostages were exact. But that is about the only thing that did come
easily. The rest was all procrastination.

"At noon, on the tenth day out, we saw, ahead of us on a ridge, a single
Indian. I selected four men to make a swift detour, thinking that
perhaps they would discover a hunting-party just over the crest. But the
slope beyond was unoccupied, and there were only the marks of one pair
of moccasins. I concluded that the solitary brave was scouting, and I
was right.

"A few miles farther, we sighted a half-dozen Indians. They were
watching us from a hill. I called a halt. Then I took two men and Mr.
Matthews and made forward. We carried a truce flag. They let us come
within talking distance. They knew, I am sure, why we were there. But
they asked no questions--just told us that the command was expected to
advance no farther than a grove that lay a little ahead, to our right. I
assented to that, and said I wished a conference with their head-chief.
They promised me an answer later on, and at once withdrew to a rise a
mile behind. There they stayed until, after a careful reconnoitre, we
entered the grove.

"Late that afternoon, Mr. Matthews and I again rode forward to speak to
a trio of warriors. One of them, a big, bony fellow in a splendid
bonnet, asked what we wanted. The interpreter told him. The