She fixed everything for the Sioux to
come and capture Hay and the wagon;--fixed everything, even to nearly
murdering the sentry on Number Six. Pete and Spotted Horse, a young
brave of Stabber's band, had compassed that attempted rescue. She would
have had them kill the sentry, if need be, and the reason they didn't
get Wing away was that she couldn't wait until the sentries had called
off. They might even then have succeeded, only her pony broke away, and
she clung to Eagle Wing's until he--he had to hit her to make her let
go.
The wild girl, in a fury declared it false from end to end. The poor
woman, weeping by her side, bowed her head and declared it doubtless
true.
Her story,--Mrs. Hay's,--was saddest of all. Her own father died when
she was very, very young. He was a French Canadian trader and traveller
who had left them fairly well to do. Next to her Indian mother, Mrs. Hay
had loved no soul on earth as she had her pretty baby sister. The girls
grew up together. The younger, petted and spoiled, fell in love with a
handsome, reckless young French half breed, Jean La Fleur; against all
warnings, became his wife, and was soon bullied, beaten and deserted.
She lived but a little while, leaving to her more prosperous and
level-headed sister, now wedded to Mr.
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