ose it's so," said Albert; "but I feel sorry for Bright
Sun, all the same."

"So do I," said Dick.

The Sioux were finally crowded against the Canadian line, and
Sitting Bull and most of the warriors fled across it for safety.
But just before the crossing Dick and Albert bore a gallant part
in a severe skirmish that began before daylight. A small Sioux
band, fighting in a forest with great courage and tenacity, was
gradually driven back by dismounted white troopers. Dick, a
skirmisher on the right flank, became separated from his comrades
during the fighting. He was aware that the Sioux had been
defeated, but, like the others, he followed in eager pursuit,
wishing to drive the blow home.

Dick lost sight of both troopers and Sioux, but he became aware
of a figure in the undergrowth ahead of him, and he stalked it.
The warrior, for such he was sure the man to be, was unable to
continue his flight without entering an open space where he would
be exposed to Dick's bullet, and he stayed to meet his
antagonist.

There was much delicate maneuvering of the kind that must occur
when lives are known to be at stake, but at last the two came
within reach of each other. The Sioux fired first and missed,
and then Dick held his enemy at the muzzle of his rifle. He was
about to fire in his turn, when he saw that it was Bright Sun.

The chief, worn and depressed, recognized Dick at the same
moment.

"Fire," he said. "I have lost and I might as well die by your
hand as another."

Dick lowered his weapon.

"I can't do it, Bright Sun," he said. "My brother and I owe you
our lives, and I've got to give you yours. Good-by."

"But I am an Indian," said Bright Sun. "I will never surrender
to your people."

"It is for you to say," replied Dick.

Bright Sun waved his hand in a grave and sad farewell salute and
went northward. Dick heard from a trapper some time later of a
small band of Sioux Indians far up near the Great Slave Lake, led
by a chief of uncommon qualities. He was sure, from the
description of this chief given by the trapper, that it was
Bright Sun.

Their part in the war ended, Dick and Albert took for their pay a
number of captured Indian ponies, and turning southward found the
old trail of the train that had been slaughtered. Then, with the
ponies, they entered their beloved valley again.

No one had come in their absence. Castle Howard, the Annex, the
Suburban Villa, the Cliff House and all the