Hay and the young Indian girl,
given refuge under the trader's roof until the coming of her own people
still out with Stabber's band. Flint could not fathom it. He could only
obey.
And now, with the general gone and Beverly Field away, with Hay home and
secluded, by order, from all questioning or other extraneous worry; with
the wounded soldiers safely trundled into hospital, garrison interest
seemed to centre for the time mainly in that little Ogalalla
maid--Flint's sole Sioux captive--who was housed, said the much
interrogated domestic, in Mrs. Hay's own room instead of Miss Flower's,
while the lady of the house, when she slept at all, occupied a sofa near
her husband's bedside.
Then came the tidings that Blake, with the prisoners from No Wood Creek
and Bear Cliff was close at hand, and everybody looked with eager eyes
for the coming across the snowy prairie of that homeward bound
convoy--that big village of the Sioux, with its distinguished captives,
wounded and unwounded; one of the former, the young sub-chief Eagle
Wing, alias Moreau;--one of the latter a self-constituted martyr, since
she was under no official restraint,--Nanette Flower, hovering ever
about the litter bearing that sullen and still defiant brave, whose side
she refused to leave.
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