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HAT night Marion had a fairly good sleep, which she sorely needed. It was the first real rest she had enjoyed since leaving Hugo’s cabin on the overland trail. She awoke greatly refreshed, and found the Indian woman preparing breakfast. Zell was also awake, and brighter than she had been for days.

“Oh, Miss!” she exclaimed as Marion entered her room, “I’ve had such a wonderful dream. Tim was standing right by my side, looking so well and strong. I am sure it is a sign that he is all right.”

“Let us hope that your dream will come true,” Marion replied with a smile. “I, too, had such a nice dream, and almost like yours.”

“Was it about the sergeant, Miss?”

“Yes, and he was with us here and we were all so happy. But you had better get up now, dear, for Kate has breakfast almost ready.”

Marion then went to see how the missionary was getting along. She found him asleep, although the Indian woman told her that he had talked a great deal during the night, and kept saying things which she could not at times understand.

“Gikhi talk much,” she said. “Gikhi sing some tam’, all sam’ in church. Gikhi pray for Injun, all sam’ dis,” and she clasped her hands together and cast her eyes upwards. Gikhi good man, eh?”