"And do you think God will like it if you do not obey Him?"

"God will understand; He killed His own enemies."

"Jennie--!"

"Anyway, He doesn't mean me," hurried on the girl, when she saw the
sorrow in her clergyman's face.

"Whom does He mean, then?"

"Men, only. He says so."

Well did Keith know that "Tinjih zhigtoyin rsho," to the Indian, was
"Man, do not kill," but how often he had explained that tinjih, man,
meant everybody, men, women, and children. But here was a child--a
child in years, though a woman in thought--who through long brooding
had absorbed only that which appealed to her own case. What was he to
do?

"Christ said," he replied, after a pause, "that we are to forgive
people who wrong us. He said '_your_ enemies,' and that includes the
man who killed your mother."

"But no one ever killed Christ's mother," answered the girl.

"No, not His mother, Jennie. But cruel men killed Him, drove nails
through His hands and feet, and hung Him on the cross. But He forgave
them, and asked His Father to do the same."

To these words she listened intently, and a gentler look came into her
face. "I like Him," she said. "He was good to little children, and
loved the birds and flowers."

A ray of hope shot into Keith's heart. Was he to win after all?

"Give me the knife, Jennie," and he stretched out his hand for the
weapon.

But the girl drew back. "No, no!" she cried. "You will keep it. I
want it."

"What, to-night?"

"Yes, to-night. I must kill him."

Keith arose. His face was stern. He had tried kindness in vain. The
girl must be stopped by force from her mad design.

Jennie read his thoughts only too truly. She clutched the knife more
firmly and, before a restraining hand could be laid upon her, she fled
down the aisle and out into the cold, silent night.

CHAPTER VI

A TRICK OF COWARDS

As Keith stood gazing in surprise upon the retreating figure, there
suddenly came to him the realization of the mischief this one child
might do. He felt there was a strained feeling between the Indians and
some of the miners; how deep he could not tell. Should Jennie commit
this crime Pritchen's followers would be only too glad to wreak their
revenge upon the few natives who were at Klassan. They would make the
most of the deed, and no doubt draw with them the rest of the white
men. Then when the absent Indians returned from their hunting grounds,
and found what had been do