Then,
one night, there came a note begging him to meet her at once. She had a
dreadful message, she said, from "Moreau." The fellow had frequently
been prowling about the trader's during the dark hours, and now she was
afraid of him, yet must see him, and see him at once, even if she had to
ride to Stabber's camp. Field's eyes were blinded and he went. Hay's
horses were ready beyond the corral, and she rode astride on one of
Hay's own saddles. They found "Moreau" awaiting them at the ford, and
there was a scene Field could not understand, for they spoke in the
Sioux language. That night it was that, all in tears at the Indian's
obduracy, she owned that he was her own brother, not merely a cousin,
and together they had all gone back toward Frayne. "Moreau" was to wait
on the flats until she could return to the house. She had been striving
to get him to make certain promises, she said, contingent on her giving
him something from her own means. Field said he remonstrated with her to
the utmost, but she told him no woman with Sioux blood in her veins ever
deserted a brother--or lover. And so she had returned with a packet,
presumably of money, and there they found the Indian clinched with
Kennedy.
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