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"The white man's law is very strange," muttered Totantora. "But we will get ahead of Bilby before he can do anything else," Ruth went on. "Miss Cameron's car is outside in the road. Go to the hotel and change your clothes, Totantora, and I will take both you and Wonota back to the Red Mill. Until we get away for the North I shall not want you out of my sight."
Now that embattled Germany would no longer hold its prisoners incommunicado, Ruth hoped that news about the imprisoned performers of the Wild West Show might percolate through the lines. Chief Totantora had been able but once to get a message to his daughter. This message had reached America long before the United States had got into the war.
Hammond and the director greeted Tom Cameron cordially. He was a favorite with them all. And the minute Totantora heard of Tom's arrival, the Osage chief appeared at the door, standing with glittering eyes fixed on the ex-captain and unmoved expression of countenance while he waited to catch Tom's attention. "Bless my heart!" cried the rollicking Tom, "here's my old buddy! Totantora, how are you?"
Wonota was coming across the street toward the railroad. She, too, saw the pair of uniformed men. For an instant the Indian girl halted. Then she bounded toward the pair, her light feet fairly spurning the ground. "My father! Chief Totantora!" the white girls heard her cry. The leading soldier halted, swung about to look at her, and said something to his companion.
"Since Father Totantora went away I have been without any kin and almost without friends in our nation." "That is it," said Ruth. "Begin at the beginning. Tell us how the chief came to leave you, and how you got mixed up with this Dakota Joe. I have a very small opinion of that man," added the girl of the Red Mill, "and I do not think you should remain in his care."
With a display of muscle-power at which Ruth could not but marvel, Totantora raised himself over the gunwale of the boat and scrambled into it. The second white man turned on him, but the Indian met him stooping, seized him around the waist, and tossed him, seemingly with scarcely an effort, into the water. The other abductor scrambled forward to get out of his reach.
Hammond used Totantora in a picture he made in Oklahoma in the spring; one in which Wonota did not appear. She was off at school at the time. We are going to make of the princess a cultivated and cultured young lady before we get through with her," and Ruth laughed. "A Red Indian!" cried somebody. "That makes no difference," said Ruth placidly.
She wishes to earn enough money to set afoot a private inquiry for Chief Totantora. For she does not believe he is dead." "Well, the poor dear," Aunt Alvirah said, "she'd ought to be helped, I haven't a doubt." "Now, now!" exclaimed the miller, suspiciously. "Charity begins at home. I hope you ain't figgerin' on any foolish waste of money, Niece Ruth." The latter laughed.
Where are you taking Wonota?" It was the Indian girl who answered. "Over on that shore," said she, pointing again to the Canadian island, "these courts cannot touch us. Mr. Hammond told my father so. We go there to wait until the trouble is over. Mr. Hammond spoke of it before. Totantora is informed." "But it means delay and expense," cried Ruth. "How mean!" exploded Helen.
"Ordinarily, as far as her looks go, Totantora might be a stranger to her." "Is there any wonder, then," sighed Ruth, "that we find it so hard to make her register affection for Mr. Grand? And she already should have learned to do that in that first picture we took out West." "Maybe that's the reason," said Helen wickedly. "If she did not know Mr.
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