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"The--deuce!" Good Indian brought out the milder expletive with the flat intonation which the unexpected presence of a lady frequently gives to a h the bushes I did, al here Is this your favorite place for ara openly at her plight But he sobered when he stooped a little so that he could see her face, for there were tears in her eyes, and Miss Georgie was not the sort of young woht cause

"If you did it--and you h about it, even if he is a crawling reptile of a !" The tears were in her voice as well as her eyes, and there were reproach and disappointment also

"Did what--to whoan helpfully striving with the scraggly scrub and its prongs "Say, I'll just about have to scalp you to get you loose Would you mind very much, Squaw-talk-far-off?" He ducked and peered into her face again, and again his face sobered "What's the matter?" he asked, in an entirely different tone--which Miss Georgie, in spite of herthan his banter

"Saunders--OUCH; I'd as soon be scalped and done with, as to have you pull out a hair at a time--Saunders crawled hoht--"

"Saunders!" Good Indian stared down at her, his hands dropped upon her head

Miss Georgie reached up, caught him by the wrists, and held hiht look up at him

"Grant!" she cried softly "He deserved it You couldn't help it--he would have shot you down like a dog, just because he was hired to do it, or because of some hold over him Don't think I blame you--or that anyone would if they knew the truth I caet away froave a rit her teeth in anger over it

"You think I shot him" As Good Indian said it, the sentence was merely a statement, rather than an accusation or a reproach

"I don't blame you I suspected he was the man up here with the rifle That day--that first day, when you toldat you--he cae sticking under his shirt-collar, as if he had been out in the brush; you kno it breaks off and sticks, when you go through it And he said he had been asleep And there isn't any sage where a ht out in it, away froht then that he was the man--"