Big Chief come." At the shout Mandy had sprung to her feet, answering with a loud glad halloo.

Immediately, as if in response to her call, an Indian swung his pony into the firelight, slipped off and stood looking about him.
Straight, tall and sinewy, he stood, with something noble in his face and bearing.
"He looks like a gentleman," was the thought that leaped into Mandy's mind.

A swift glance he swept round the circle of the light.

Mandy thought she had never seen so piercing an eye.
The Indian lad uttered a low moaning sound.

With a single leap the man was at his side, holding him in his arms and kissing him on both cheeks, with eager guttural speech.