DeWitt scowled, then he laughed.

"He's no worse than the rest of us that way! I'll watch, him, though
perhaps it's only your prejudice against Indians and not really a matter
to worry about."

Porter sighed helplessly.

"All right! All right! Just remember, DeWitt, I warned you!"

He mounted, then held in his horse while the worried look gave place to
one so sad, yet so manly, that John never forgot it.

"I hope you appreciate that girl, DeWitt. She--she's a thoroughbred! My
God! When you think of a sweet thing like that dying and these Injun
squaws living! I hope you'll watch her, DeWitt. If anything happens to
her through you not watching her, I'll come back on you for it! I ain't
got any rights except the rights that any living man has got to take care
of any white thing like her. They get me hard when they're dainty like
that. And she's the daintiest I ever seen!"

He rode away, shaking his head ominously.




CHAPTER III

INDIAN AND CAUCASIAN