plain. I love the man: but I love my father also."

She stood up, and drew her blanket about her, one hand clasped proudly on
her breast. "I cannot remember my mother; but I remember when I first
looked down from my hammock in the pine tree, and saw my father sitting
by the fire. It was in the evening like this, but darker, for the pines
made great shadows. I cried out, and he came and took me down, and laid
me between his knees, and fed me with bits of meat from the pot. He
talked much to me, and his voice was finer than any other. There is no
one like my father--Konto is nothing: but the voice of the white man,
Fyles, had golden words that our braves do not know, and I listened.
Konto did a brave thing. Fyles, because he was a great man of the
Company, would not fight, and drove him like a dog. Then he made my
father as a worm in the eyes of the world. I would give my life for Fyles
the trader, but I would give more than my life to wipe out my father's
shame, and to show that Konto of the Little Crees is no dog. I have been
carried by the hands of the old men of my people, I have ridden the
horses of the young men: their shame is my shame."

The eyes of the chief had never lifted from the Fort: nor from his look
could you have told that he heard his daughter's words. For a moment he
was silent, then a deep fire came into his eyes, and his wide heavy brows
drew up so that the frown of anger was gone. At last, as she waited, he
arose, put out a hand and touched her forehead.

"Mitawawa has spoken well," he said. "There will be an end. The yokes of
gold are mine: an honour given cannot be taken away. He has stolen; he is
a thief. He would not fight Konto: but I am a chief and he shall fight
me. I am as great as many men--I have carried the golden yokes: we will
fight for them. I thought long, for I was afraid my daughter loved the