ence of his master.

"D--n the missionaries, and their flocks!" he cried. "As I offer this
to your chosen cur, before long we will give it to every one of your
Bible suckers, and they will drink."

Keith turned quickly at these insulting words, saw the outstretched
hand, and with one blow of his clenched fist he struck the cup, and
dashed its contents into Pritchen's leering face.

With an oath of rage the latter sprang for the missionary. But he was
not dealing with Amos now, nor any common man. It was one hundred and
seventy pounds of trained flesh, iron nerve, and sinewy muscle that he
encountered.

The missionary sprang to meet his adversary like a charger rushing to
battle. For an instant only they grappled, when Keith, seizing
Pritchen by the throat, hurled him back over the bar with a sickening
thud. The boaster was pinned as in a vise. He struggled in vain to
free himself from that terrible grip. In his frantic clutches to
release the hand from his throat he ripped away the coarse shirt from
his neck and bosom, while his face became livid. Keith's hand was
lifted; he was about to strike. Suddenly he paused, his fingers
relaxed, and with the words, "The Lord judge thee, thou wretched man,"
he flung Pritchen from him as if he were a viper, then turned and left
the building.

CHAPTER V

"FOR MY MOTHER'S SAKE"

Among the Indians in Perdue's store none watched the proceedings more
intently than Yukon Jennie, the orphan, whose home was in every camp,
but with no certain abiding place. Wrapped in her old shawl, she
crouched on the floor, taking no part in the rough-and-tumble fight.
Her eyes were constantly fixed upon Pritchen with a strange
fascination, which seemed never to waver. Once, when he sprang at
Amos, she half started from her place, moved by some sudden impulse.
But it was only for an instant, and then she shrank back to her former
position.

When, however, the wild scene had ended, and the missionary had left
the building, her whole being roused to activity. With the agility and
stealthiness of a young tigress she glided from the room into the
darkness without, and made straight for the Indian village. Reaching
this, she wound her way among the various lodges till, stopping before
one larger than the rest, she drew back the skin from the door and
entered.

With no light to guide her she went at once to a corner of the room,
and drew from a bundle of rags a small parcel. Unw