Trench was left to meditate beside the fire. He gaz

family and two of his braves. When the
poor maniac revived under the influence of the warm food, she started

up with wild
looks and sought again to fly, but was
forcibly detained by one of the braves. "Oh, let me go--let me go!--to
his mother!" she
wailed piteously, for she felt herself to be helpless in the youth's
strong
grasp. "Has Rising Sun forgotten Bearpaw?" said the chief tenderly, as
he stood before her. "Yes--yes--no. I have not forgotten,"
she said, passing her

hand over her brow; "but, oh! let me go to her before I die!" "Rising
Sun shall not die. She is among friends now. The pale-faced enemies
who killed Little Beaver can do her no harm." "Killed him--enemies!"
murmured the poor girl, as if perplexed; then, quickly, "Yes--yes--he
is dead. Does not Rising Sun know
it? Did she not see it with her own eyes? He
was killed--killed!" The poor girl's
voice rose as she spoke until it was almost a shriek. "Rising Sun,"
said the chief, in a tone which the girl could not choose but obey,
"tell us who killed him?" "Killed him? No one killed him!" she
answered, with a return
of the perplexed look. "He missed his footing and fell over the cliff,
and the Great Spirit took
him." "Then the palefaces had nothing to do with it?" asked the chief
eagerly. "Oh! yes; the palefaces had to do with it. They were there,
and Rising Sun saw all that they did; but they did not see her, for
when she saw them coming she hid herself,
being in great fear. And she knew that Little Beaver was dead. No man
could fall from such a cliff and live. D