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Cartwell's voice was ironical. "The only good Indian is a dead Indian, you know. I'm liable to break loose any time, believe me!" Rhoda's eyes were on the far lavender line where the mesa melted into the mountains. "Yes, and then what?" she asked. Cartwell's eyes narrowed, but Rhoda did not see. "Then I'm liable to follow Indian tradition and take whatever I want, by whatever means!" "My!
He looked curiously from Rhoda's white face to Cartwell's inscrutable one. "Do you think you ought to have attempted this trip, Rhoda?" he asked gently. "Oh, we've taken it very slowly," answered the Indian. "And we are going to turn back now." "I don't think I've overdone," said Rhoda. "But perhaps we have had enough." "All right," said Cartwell. "If Mr.
Again came the strange stirring in Rhoda in response to Cartwell's gaze. He was looking at her with something of tragedy in the dark young eyes, something of sternness and determination in the clean-cut lips. Rhoda wondered, afterward, what would have been said if Katherine had not chosen this moment to come out on the porch. "Rhoda," she asked, "do you feel like dressing for dinner?
I came home from the range one day and found my little fifteen-year-old sister and a little neighbor friend of hers hung up by the back of their necks on butcher hooks. They had been tortured to death by Apaches. I don't like Indians!" There was an awkward pause at the dinner table. Li Chung removed the soup-plates noiselessly. Cartwell's brown fingers tapped the tablecloth.
Katherine and the foreman can run the ranch." By the time that the four had washed themselves, Kelly had his men dotted over the surrounding desert. For the first time in weeks, the searchers sat down at a table. DeWitt, Porter and Newman were in astonishing contrast to the three who had dined at the Newman ranch the night of Cartwell's introduction to Porter.
DeWitt was wholesome and strong, but this young Indian seemed vitality itself. "Nina, if I should die and o'er ocean's foam Softly at dusk a fair dove should come, Open thy window, Nina, for it would be My faithful soul come back to thee " Something in Cartwell's voice stirred Rhoda as had his eyes.
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