that　questioning　which　he　himself　is　so　apt　to　assume　without
  right；　and　almost　always　without　delicacy；　Clarence　had　no
  recourse。　　Yet　the　boy；　like　all　children；　was　conscious　that　if　he
  had　been　afterwards　questioned　about　THIS　inexplicable　experience；
  he　would　have　been　blamed　for　his　ignorance　concerning　it。　　Left　to
  himself　presently；　and　ensconced　between　the　sheets；　he　lay　for
  some　moments　staring　about　him。　　The　unwonted　comfort　of　his　couch；
  so　different　from　the　stuffy　blanket　in　the　hard　wagon　bed　which　he
  had　shared　with　one　of　the　teamsters；　and　the　novelty；　order；　and
  cleanliness　of　his　surroundings；　while　they　were　grateful　to　his
  instincts；　began　in　some　vague　way　to　depress　him。　　To　his　loyal
  nature　it　seemed　a　tacit　infidelity　to　his　former　rough　companions
  to　be　lying　here；　he　had　a　dim　idea　that　he　had　lost　that
  independence　which　equal　discomfort　and　equal　pleasure　among　them
  had　given　him。　　There　seemed　a　sense　of　servitude　in　accepting　this
  luxury　which　was　not　his。　　This　set　him　endeavoring　to　remember
  something　of　his　father's　house；　of　the　large　rooms；　drafty
  staircases；　and　far…off　ceilings；　and　the　cold　formality　of　a　life
  that　seemed　made　up　of　strange　faces；　some　strangerhis　parents；
  some　kinderthe　servants；　particularly　the　black　nurse　who　had　him
  in　charge。　　Why　did　Mr。　Peyton　ask　him　about　it？　　Why；　if　it　were
  so　important　to　strangers；　had　not　his　mother　told　him　more　of　it？
  And　why　was　she　not　like　this　good　woman　with　the　gentle　voice　who
  was　so　kind　toto　Susy？　　And　what　did　they　mean　by　making　HIM　so
  miserable？　　Something　rose　in　his　throat；　but　with　an　effort　he
  choked　it　back；　and；　creeping　from　the　lounge；　went　softly　to　the
  window；　opened　it　to　see　if　it　〃would　work；〃　and　looked　out。　　The
  shrouded　camp　fires；　the　stars　that　glittered　but　gave　no　light；
  the　dim　moving　bulk　of　a　patrol　beyond　the　circle；　all　seemed　to
  intensify　the　darkness；　and　changed　the　current　of　his　thoughts。
  He　remembered　what　Mr。　Peyton　had　said　of　him　when　they　first　met。
  〃Suthin　of　a　pup；　ain't　he？〃　　Surely　that　meant　something　that　was
  not　bad！　　He　crept　back　to　the　couch　again。
  Lying　there；　still　awake；　he　reflected　that　he　wouldn't　be　a　scout
  when　he　grew　up；　but　would　be　something　like　Mr。　Peyton；　and　have　a
  train　like　this；　and　invite　the　Silsbees　and　Susy　to　accompany　him。
  For　this　purpose；　he　and　Susy；　early　to…morrow　morning；　would　get
  permission　to　come　in　here　and　play　at　that　game。　　This　would
  familiarize　him　with　the　details；　so　that　he　would　be　able　at　any
  time　to　take　charge　of　it。　　He　was　already　an　authority　on　the
  subject　of　Indians！　　He　had　once　been　fired　atas　an　Indian。　　He
  would　always　carry　a　rifle　like　that　hanging　from　the　hooks　at　the
  end　of　the　wagon　before　him；　and　would　eventually　slay　many　Indians
  and　keep　an　account　of　them　in　a　big　book　like　that　on　the　desk。
  Susy　would　help　him；　having　grown　up　a　lady；　and　they　would　both
  together　issue　provisions　and　rations　from　the　door　of　the　wagon　to
  the　gathered　crowds。　　He　would　be　known　as　the　〃White　Chief；〃　his
  Indian　name　being　〃Suthin　of　a　Pup。〃　　He　would　have　a　circus　van
  attached　to　the　train；　in　which　he　would　occasionally　perform。　　He
  would　also　have　artillery　for　protection。　　There　would　be　a
  terrific　engagement；　and　he　would　rush　into　the　wagon；　heated　and
  blackened　with　gunpowder；　and　Susy　would　put　down　an　account　of　it
  in　a　book；　and　Mrs。　Peytonfor　she　would　be　there　in　some　vague
  capacitywould　say；　〃Really；　now；　I　don't　see　but　what　we　were
  very　lucky　in　having　such　a　boy　as　Clarence　with　us。　　I　begin　to
  understand　him　better。〃　　And　Harry；　who；　for　purposes　of　vague
  poetical　retaliation；　would　also　drop　in　at　that　moment；　would
  mutter　and　say；　〃He　is　certainly　the　son　of　Colonel　Brant；　dear
  me！〃　and　apologize。　　And　his　mother　would　come　in　also；　in　her
  coldest　and　most　indifferent　manner；　in　a　white　ball　dress；　and
  start　and　say；　〃Good　gracious；　how　that　boy　has　grown！　　I　am　sorry
  I　did　not　see　more　of　him　when　he　was　young。〃　　Yet　even　in　the
  midst　of　this　came　a　confusing　numbness；　and　then　the　side　of　the
  wagon　seemed　to　melt　away；　and　he　drifted　out　again　alone　into　the
  empty　desolate　plain　from　which　even　the　sleeping　Susy　had
  vanished；　and　he　was　left　deserted　and　forgotten。　　Then　all　was
  quiet　in　the　wagon；　and　only　the　night　wind　moving　round　it。　　But
  lo！　the　lashes　of　the　sleeping　White　Chiefthe　dauntless　leader；
  the　ruthless　destroyer　of　Indianswere　wet　with　glittering　tears！
  Yet　it　seemed　only　a　moment　afterwards　that　he　awoke　with　a　faint
  consciousness　of　some　arrested　motion。　　To　his　utter　consternation；
  the　sun；　three　hours　high；　was　shining　in　the　wagon；　already　hot
  and　stifling　in　its　beams。　　There　was　the　familiar　smell　and　taste
  of　the　dirty　road　in　the　air　about　him。　　There　was　a　faint　creaking
  of　boards　and　springs；　a　slight　oscillation；　and　beyond　the　audible
  rattle　of　harness；　as　if　the　train　had　been　under　way；　the　wagon
  moving；　and　then　there　had　been　a　sudden　halt。　　They　had　probably
  come　up　with　the　Silsbee　train；　in　a　few　moments　the　change　would
  be　effected　and　all　of　his　strange　experience　would　be　over。　　He
  must　get　up　now。　　Yet；　with　the　morning　laziness　of　the　healthy
  young　animal；　he　curled　up　a　moment　longer　in　his　luxurious　couch。
  How　quiet　it　was！　　There　were　far…off　voices；　but　they　seemed
  suppressed　and　hurried。　　Through　the　window　he　saw　one　of　the
  teamsters　run　rapidly　past　him　with　a　strange；　breathless；
  preoccupied　face；　halt　a　moment　at　one　of　the　following　wagons；　and
  then　run　back　again　to　the　front。
  Then　two　of　the　voices　came　nearer；　with　the　dull　beating　of　hoofs
  in　the　dust。
  〃Rout　out　the　boy　and　ask　him；〃　said　a　half…suppressed；　impatient
  voice；　which　Clarence　at　once　recognized　as　the　man　Harry's。
  〃Hold　on　till　Peyton　comes　up；〃　said　the　second　voice；　in　a　low
  tone；　〃leave　it　to　him。〃
  〃Better　find　out　what　they　were　like；　at　once；〃　grumbled　Harry。
  〃Wait；　stand　back；〃　said　Peyton's　voice；　joining　the　others；　〃I'LL
  ask　him。〃
  Clarence　looked　wonderingly　at　the　door。　　It　opened　on　Mr。　Peyton；
  dusty　and　dismounted；　with　a　strange；　abstracted　look　in　his　face。
  〃How　many　wagons　are　in　your　train；　Clarence？〃
  〃Three；　sir。〃
  〃Any　marks　on　them？〃
  〃Yes；　sir；〃　said　Clarence；　eagerly：　〃'Off　to　California'　and　'Root；
  Hog；　or　Die。'〃
  Mr。　Peyton's　eye　seemed　to　leap　up　and　hold　Clarence's　with　a
  sudden；　strange　significance；　and　then　looked　down。
  〃How　many　were　you　in　all？〃　he　continued。
  〃Five；　and　there　was　Mrs。　Silsbee。〃
  〃No　other　woman？〃
  〃No。〃
  〃Get　up　and　dress　yourself；〃　he　said　gravely；　〃and　wait　here　till　I
  come　back。　　Keep　cool　and　have　your　wits　about　you。〃　　He　dropped
  his　voice　slightly。　　〃Perhaps　something's　happened　that　you'll　have
  to　show　yourself　a　little　man　again　for；　Clarence！〃
  The　door　closed；　and　the　boy　heard　the　same　muffled　hoofs　and
  voices　die　away　towards　the　front。　　He　began　to　dress　himself
  mechanically；　almost　vacantly；　yet　conscious　always　of　a　vague
  undercurrent　of　thrilling　excitement。　　When　he　had　finished　he
  waited　almost　breathlessly；　feeling　the　same　beating　of　his　heart
  that　he　had　felt　when　he　was　following　the　vanished　train　the　day
  before。　　At　last　he　could　stand　the　suspense　no　longer；　and　opened
  the　door。　　Everything　was　still　in　the　motionless　caravan；　except
  it　struck　him　oddly　even　thenthe　unconcerned　prattling　voice　of
  Susy　from　one　of　the　nearer　wagons。　　Perhaps　a　sudden　feeling　that
  this　was　something　that　concerned　HER；　perhaps　an　irresistible
  impulse　overcame　him；　but　the　next　moment　he　had　leaped　to　the
  ground；　faced　about；　and　was　running　feverishly　to　the　front。
  The　first　thing　that　met　his　eyes　was　the　helpless　and　desolate
  bulk　of　one　of　the　Silsbee　wagons　a　hundred　rods　away；　bereft　of
  oxen　and　pole；　standing　alone　and　motionless　against　the　dazzling
  sky！　　Near　it　was　the　broken　frame　of　another　wagon；　its　fore
  wheels　and　axles　gone；　pitched　forward　on　its　knees　like　an　ox
  under　the　butcher's　sledge。　　Not　far　away　there　were　the　burnt　and
  blackened　ruins　of　a　third；　around　which　the　whole　party　on　foot
  and　horseback　seemed　to　be　gathered。　　As　the　boy　ran　violently　on；
  the　group　opened　to　make　way　for　two　men　carrying　some　helpless　but
  awful　object　between　them。　　A　terrible　instinct　made　Clarence
  swerve　from　it　in　his　headlong　course；　but　he　was　at　the　same
  moment　discovered　by　the　others；　and　a　cry　arose　of　〃Go　back！〃
  〃Stop！〃　　〃Keep　him　back！〃　　Heeding　it　no　more　than　the　wind　that
  whistled　by　him；　Clarence　made　directly　for　the　foremost　wagonthe
  one　in　which　he　and　Susy　had　played。　　A　powerful　hand　caught　his
  shoulder；　it　was　Mr。　Peyton's。
  〃Mrs。　Silsbee's　wagon；〃　said　the　boy；　with　white　lips；　pointing　to
  it。　　〃Where　is　she？〃
  〃She's　missing；〃　said　Peyton；　〃and　one　otherthe　rest　are　dead。〃
  〃She　must　be　there；〃　said　the　boy；　struggling；　and　pointing　to　the
  wagon；　〃let　me　go。〃
  〃Clarence；〃　said　Peyton　sternly；　accenting　his　grasp　upon　the　boy's
  arm；　〃be　a　man！　　Look　around　you。　　Try　and　tell　us　who　these　are。〃
  There　seemed　to　be　one　or　two　heaps　of　old　clothes　lying　on　the
  ground；　and　further　on；　where　the　men　at　a　command　from　Peyton　had
  laid　down　their　burd