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. . . a buff and blue uniform. . . Aaron Harrison's face when she had told him the pitiful "No." . . . All these became inexplicably mixed up. . . . Then there was Jemima's baby. . . and Nancy's wedding-morn smile. . . . A little time passed. . . alittle more time passed. . . and presently Mehitable became aware of eyes, watching eyes. . . and opened her own.

"Gray Hawk!" she exclaimed, springing to her eet:

The Indian bent his head in stately salutation and moved forward from where he had been standing by the top of the ladder, watching her with folded arms.

"Come danger!" he announced in his guttural voice.

"Danger?" For almost the first time since she had known his relationship to her brother, Mehitable looked skeptical. She glanced around the big, dim, sweet-smelling place. "Danger?" she repeated. "Here, Gray Hawk? Nay, what could happen i' the security o' my father's barn?"

"One night I ride!" said the Indian, changing the subject abruptly. "Horse fall—break leg!"

"Ye mean," Mehitable stared at him with knitted brows, "ye mean—that night before the battle o' Springfield—oh, Gray Hawk, was it ye following me?"