Braisted, the young missionary in embryo, the disappointed lover left the country, and was never heard of by the missionary until he made himself known in the singular manner that we have related at the opening of our narrative.  He had, in fact, come to be a sort of monomaniac, who delighted in annoying his former rival, and in haunting his footsteps as if he were his evil shadow.  The abduction of his wife had not been definitely determined upon until that visit to the cabin, in the garb and paint of an Indian, when he received the tremendous blow that almost drove the life from his body.  Davis then resolved to take the revenge which would “cut” the deepest.  How well he succeeded, the reader has learned.

The missionary’s child stood pleading for an explanation of the strange scene before him.  Loosening the bell from the grasp of the dead man, the minister took the little hand, and, with a heart overflowing with emotion, set out for his cabin.  It was his wish to give the hunter a Christian burial; but, for the present, it was impossible.  These dying words rung in his ears:  “The Indians took her from me, and went up north with her, where she now is, and safe!” Blessed thought!  She was then living, and was yet to be restored to his arms.  The shadow of death passed away, and a great light illuminated his very being.  The lost was found!

When the missionary came to be more collected, he concluded that this must be the tribe of which Teddy had once spoken, but which had been visited by him without success.  The prize was too great to be intrusted in the hands of another, and Harvey determined to make the search in person, to settle, if possible, once and forever, the fate of his beloved wife.

He soon proceeded to the Indian village, where he left his boy and gave notice that he should not be back for several days.  He then called one of the most trusty and skillful warriors aside, and asked for his company upon the eventful journey.  The savage cheerfully complied, and the two set out at once.  It was a good distance to the northward, and when night came down upon them, many miles yet remained to be passed.  There was little fear of disturbance from enemies, and both lay down and slept until daylight, when they were immediately on their way again.

This journey through the northern wilderness was unvaried by any event worthy of record, and the details would be uninteresting to the reader.  Suffice it to say that, just as the fourth day was closing in, they struck a small stream, which pursued a short distance, brought them directly upon the village for which they had been searching.

The advent of the Indian and missionary among them created considerable stir, but they were treated with respect and consideration.  Harvey Richter asked immediately for the chief or leading man, and shortly stood in his presence.  He found him a short, thick-set half-breed, whose age must have been well-nigh three-score years, and who, to his astonishment, was unable to speak English, although many of his subjects spoke it quite intelligibly.  He understood Sioux, however, and the missionary’s companion acted as interpreter.