A tale of the Western prairies. On their journey over the prairies a man, his wife and their little daughter are attacked by Indians, and in the fight which followed both the man and his wife lost their lives and the child was taken by the Indians to the Rosebud Reservation. Here she grows up as a great favourite among the Indians and is given the name of "Rosebud."
wife, "how do you like the prairie?"
The woman nodded.
"I'm so glad we came on by road, Landor. The hotel people were quite bothersome about the restlessness of the Indians. I suppose that is a bogey they thrust before all strangers. I am glad you did not change your mind."
The man understood his wife's strong character, and her reply made him feel as though his responsibilities had been suddenly increased. He looked at his companions riding in scout fashion in front. They were pointing at something on the horizon, and he followed the direction indicated.
At last he looked round and encountered the gaze of his wife's gray eyes.
"I thought you would be, Al," he said quietly. "You see the Indians are always restless. Besides, if I----"
The man laughed happily.
"No not yet, dear. My secret must remain a little longer. You are a wonder, Al. You have known that I have a secret for nearly two months, and still you refrain from questioning me."