"It's jolly to get you off by yourself," I said as we wanderedaway from the rest of the party.
"Then you are not afraid of an engaged girl," she observed
"Everybody else seems to be."
"I am made of sterner stuff," I said. "Besides, I am dying toknow all about it."
"All about what?"
"What you found to like in Gerard Malcolm, and what GerardMalcolm found to like in you, and what he said and what you saidand what the Englishman said, and how it all happened generally."
"What you want to know would fill a book."
"You speak as if you mean it to be a sealed one."
"I don't see exactly what claim you have to be a reader."
"Well, I was the first person to love you," I said. "Surely thatought to count for something. It didn't last long, I know, butit was a wild business while it did. When I discovered you werejust out for scalps—"
"And when I discovered you were the most conceited, monopolizing,jealous, troublesome and exacting man that ever lived, and that Iwas expected to play kitten while you did demon child—"
"Oh, of course, it was a mistake," I said quickly. "The illusioncouldn't be kept up on either side. We only, really got chummyafter we called it off."
"The trouble was that we were both scalpers, and when we decidedto let each other alone—in that way, I mean—we built up apleasant professional acquaintance on the ashes of the deadfires."
"Can't you make it a little warmer than acquaintance?" Iprotested.
"It was a real fellow feeling—whatever you choose to callit," she conceded. "You wanted to talk about yourself, and Iwanted to talk about myself, and without any self-flattery Ithink I can say we found each other very responsive."
"I've rather a memory that you got the best of the bargain."
"There were hours and hours when I couldn't get a word inedgewise."
"And there were whole days and days—" I began.
"Now, don't let's work up a fuss," she said sweetly. "We won'thave so many more talks together, and anyway it isn'tprofessional etiquette for us to fight."
"Who wants to fight?" I said. "I never was that kind of Indian."
"Then let's begin where we left off."
"It used to be all Harry Clayton then," I remarked.
"Was it as long ago as that?" she asked. "Oh, dear, how timepasses!"
"He joined the great majority, I heard."
"Oh, yes, he's married," she said. "He wasn't any good at all.
What can you do with a person who has scalps to burn?"
"That kind of thing discourages an Indian," I remarked.
"It robs the thing of all its zip, but I suppose there's a Harry
Clayton kind of girl, Loo."
"The woods are full of them."
"I am almost glad I've decided to bury the tomahawk."
"And leave me the last of the noble race?"
"You'll have to whoop alone."
"I'll often think of you in your log cabin with the white man,"I said. "On winter nig