for this frail and delicate maiden. There was something of the wild beast even in the caresses he lavished on her; a strange blending of a mother's tenderness with the tiger's jealousy.
Red Cedar only lived for his daughter and through his daughter. With affection shame had returned, that is to say, while continuing his life of brigandage, he feigned, before Ellen, to have completely renounced it, in order to adopt the existence of the wood rangers and hunters. The maiden was only half duped by this falsehood: but how did it concern her? Completely absorbed in her love, all that was beyond it became to her indifferent.
The squatter and his sons were sad, and seemed buried in thought when they entered the jacal; they sat down without uttering a word. Ellen hastened to place on the table the food she had prepared for them during their absence.
"Supper is ready," she said.
The three men silently approached the table.
"Do you not eat with us, child?" Red Cedar asked.
"I am not hungry," she replied.
"Hum!" said Nathan, "Ellen is dainty – she prefers Mexican cookery to ours."
Ellen blushed, but made no reply; Red Cedar smote the table with his fist angrily.
"Silence!" he shouted; "How does it concern you whether your sister eats or not? She is at liberty to do as she likes here, I suppose."
"I don't say the contrary," Nathan growled; "still she seems to affect a dislike to eat with us."
"You are a scoundrel! I repeat to you that your sister is mistress here, and no one has a right to make any remarks to her."
Nathan looked down angrily, and began eating.
"Come here, child," Red Cedar continued, as he gave his rough voice all the gentleness of which it was susceptible, "come here, that I may give you a trifle I have bought you."
The maiden approached and Red Cedar drew from his pocket a gold watch attached to a long chain.
"Look you," he said, as he put it round her neck, "I know that you have desired a watch for a long time, so here is one I bought of some travellers we met on the prairie."
While uttering these words, the squatter felt himself blush involuntarily, for he lied; the watch had been torn from the body of a woman killed by his hands when attacking a caravan. Ellen perceived this blush; she took off the watch and returned it to Red Cedar without saying a word.
"What are you about, girl?" he said, surprised at this refusal, which he was far from expecting; "Why don't you take this toy, which, I repeat to you, I procured expressly for you?"
The maiden looked at him sternly, and replied in a firm voice:
"Because there is blood on that watch, and it is the produce of a robbery – perhaps of a murder."
The squatter turned pale; instinctively he looked at the watch, and there was really a patch of blood on the case. Nathan burst into a coarse and noisy laugh.
"Bravo!" he said; "Well done – the little one guessed the truth at the first look."
Red Cedar, who had let his head droop at his daughter's reproaches, drew himself up as if a viper had stung him.
"I told you to be silent," he exclaimed, furiously; and seizing the stool on which he had been sitting, he hurled it at his son's head.
The latter avoided the blow and drew his knife – a struggle was imminent. Sutter, leaning against the walls of the jacal, with his arms crossed and his pipe in his mouth, prepared, with an ironical smile, to remain spectator of the fight; but Ellen threw herself boldly between the squatter and his son.
"Stay!" she shrieked; "Stay, in Heaven's name! What, Nathan, would you strike your father? And are you not afraid to hurt your first-born son?"
"May the devil twist my father's neck!" Nathan replied; "Does he take me for a child, or does he fancy I am disposed to put up with his insults? By heavens! We are bandits; our only law is force, and we recognise no other. My father will ask my pardon, and I will see whether I forgive him."
"Ask your pardon, dog!" the squatter shouted; and bounding like a tiger with a movement swifter than thought, he seized the young man by the throat and fell heavily on him.
"Ah, ah!" he continued, as he placed his knee on his chest, "The old lion is good yet. Your life is in my hands – what do you say? Will you play with me again?"
Nathan howled as he writhed like a serpent to free himself from the grasp that mastered him. At length he recognised his impotence, and confessed himself conquered.
"It is good," he said; "you are stronger than I – you can kill me."
"No," said Ellen, "that shall not be. Rise, father, and set Nathan free; and you, brother, give me your knife – should such a contest take place between father and son?"
She stooped down and picked up the weapon which the young man had let fall from his hand. Red Cedar rose.
"Let that serve you as a lesson," he said, "and teach you to be more prudent in future."
The young man, angered and ashamed of his downfall, sat down again without a word. The squatter turned to his daughter, and offered her the watch a second time.
"Will you have it?" he asked her.
"No," she replied, resolutely.
"Very good."
Without any apparent passion, he let the watch fall, and, putting his heel on it, reduced it to powder. The rest of the supper passed off without incident; the three men ate greedily, not speaking to each other, and waited on by Ellen. When the pipes were lit, the maiden wished to retire to the compartment which served as her bedroom.
"Stay, my child," Red Cedar said. "I have to speak with you."
Ellen sat down in a corner of the jacal and waited. The three men went on smoking silently for some time, while outside the storm still continued. At length, the young men shook the ashes out of their pipes, and rose.
"Then," said Nathan, "all is arranged."
"It is," replied Red Cedar.
"At what hour will they come to fetch us?" Sutter asked.
"At an hour before sunrise."
"Very good."
The brothers lay down on the ground, rolled themselves in their furs, and soon fell asleep. Red Cedar remained for some time plunged in thought, while Ellen did not stir. At length he raised his head.
"Come hither, child," he said.
She came up and stood before him.
"Sit down by my side."
"For what good, father? Speak, I am listening," she answered.
The squatter was visibly embarrassed; he knew not how to commence the conversation, but, after some moments' hesitation, he said:
"You are ill, Ellen."
The maiden smiled sadly.
"Did you not notice it before today, father?" she replied.
"No, my child; I have noticed your sadness for a long time past. You are not suited for a desert life."
"That is true," was all she said.
"We are about to leave the prairie," Red Cedar went on.
Ellen gave an almost imperceptible start.
"Soon?" she asked.
"This very day; in a few hours we shall be on the road."
The girl looked at him.
"Then," she said, "we will draw nearer to the civilised frontier?"
"Yes," he answered, with considerable emotion.
Ellen smiled mournfully.
"Why deceive me, father?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" he exclaimed; "I do not understand you."
"On the contrary, you understand me thoroughly, and it would be better to explain your thoughts