"And you want Sconda to fetch bear to camp, eh?"

"I do. Take as many men as you need and go in the morning. Tell the
women to be ready to prepare the meat. And, Sconda, I want you to look
after the dressing of the skin. Get Klota to do it. Tell her it is
for me, and she will understand. That is all, I guess."

Glen dismounted, and handed the reins to the Indian.

"Midnight is hungry, Sconda. Look after him yourself, and see that he
gets a good bite of grass. And, Sconda," she added, as if an
afterthought, "you will be sure to go with the men in the morning?"

"Ah, ah, Sconda will go."

"That's good. And I want you to do something for me. Keep a sharp
watch to see if that white man comes again to Deep Gulch. You will,
won't you?"

"Sconda will watch."

"But don't let him think you are watching, remember. You stay behind
when the others have brought the bear home. But don't let the white
man see you."

Into Sconda's eyes flashed an expression of understanding. He knew now
what the girl meant. What would he not do for her? the white girl he
had known since she was but a child, and whose word to him was law, not
of force but of affection.