that was hard.

When the bandage was taken from her eyes, she was in the center of a
circle of old Braves. Very fierce they looked as she glanced about the
circle. Her knees shook till it seemed she must fall. Then she made a low
bow to the chief and pointed to her feet--a sign that she was ready to be
his slave.

"Do you see that knife?" he screamed at her. "You shall die unless you
tell us by what path and to what place your Braves went to-day. Speak!"

What should she do? If she told, the men would die. If she kept silence,
she must die. Her hands trembled. Then she remembered again the words of
Wicostu, "Courage is all in the heart," and smiling at the chief she
said:

"Kagigegabo will lead you. She knows not the name, but the way."

For a long time they counseled. Should they go? At last five of the Braves
were ready. They mounted her on a pony. Then they came to her with a great
bow and some poisoned arrows and said:

"If you try to escape, these are for you. If you lead us wrong, these are
for you. If you lead us right, you shall have this young Brave," and they
led forth one of the strong, young Braves of the tribe. "Go."

Out of the encampment went the six horses. Where should she go? She must
lead in the way of the hill. But how could she? Once she climbed a tree to
get a look out and so gained a little time. Once she led them where the
rock dropped sheer and bare, and again she gained time. But nearer and
nearer to the meeting place she came.

Suddenly low at her feet she saw a tiny, white flower. It was the one used
by her mother to make the sweet drink that would make one sleep, and
sleep, and sleep. But if too much was taken, it meant death. A daring plan
came to her mind. Dare she do it? Dare she eat of it? Mother brewed
it--she must eat it as it was. They were still several hours from where
she knew her father was to be found. If her plan succeeded, she could
save him.

Reaching down, she dug her feet into the sides of the little pony.
Immediately his heels went high in the air and she lay flat on the
ground.

Quickly she gathered much of the little white flower and pushed it into
her dress. Then when the men came, she was lying with broken ankle on the
ground. The pain was intense, but the happiness that they must stop was
sweet to the girl. Over and over and over she said to herself, "Courage is
all in the heart. I can be a Brave."

She took some of the little white flower and began to ea