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For every break in the thread there had always been Philip's strong and kindly hand to mend it. A little shaken by the memory of the night in Philip's wigwam, Carl walked restlessly about the court. "But there is more," he said, coloring. "There was passion and dishonor in my heart, Keela, until, one night, I fought and won "
Keela, strangely apart from Indian and white man, and granted unconventional license by her tribe, hungered most for the ways of the white father of whom she frequently spoke.
He smiled and held out his hand and his eyes were encouraging. The hands of the two men tightened. Carl stumbled blindly away at the heels of the Indian girl. Philip watched them go watched Keela lead the way with the lithe, soft tread of a wild animal, and mount watched Carl swing heavily into the saddle and follow.
Still puzzled, Diane diffidently ventured a question or two, marveling afresh at the girl's beauty and singular costume. "I am of no race," said Keela sombrely. "My father was a white man; my mother not all Indian; my grandfather a Minorcan. Six moons I live with my white foster father. And I live then as I wish like the daughter of white men. Six moons I dwell with the clan of my mother.
Motionless, like a beautiful sculptured thing, she sat listening as Carl rode up beside her. "What is it?" he asked. "I fancied some one followed," said Keela soberly. "It may not be." She rode forward, glancing keenly at the trail behind her. Thus they rode onward until the east grew pale and gray. A bleak dawn was breaking in melancholy mists over the Everglades.
"I have been a fool," said Carl steadily, "a very great fool and blind." Keela's lovely, sensitive mouth quivered. "Is it " she raised glistening, glorified eyes to his troubled face, "is it," she whispered naïvely, "that you care like the lovers in Mic-co's books?" "Yes. And you, Keela?" "I I have always cared," she said shyly, "since that night at Sherrill's. I I feared you knew."
He rode hard and fearlessly with the warriors, hunted bear and alligator, acquired uncommon facility in the making of sof-ka, the tribal stew, and helped in the tanning of pelts and the building of cypress canoes. Presently the unmistakable whir of a sewing machine which Sho-caw had bought from a trader, floated one morning from Philip's wigwam. Keela reported literally that Mr.
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