Yes; you'll be married on Sunday, but to me, not to Poleon or any other man!" Did she hear aright?
Was he, her soldier lover, asking her, the Indian girl--?
"You do love me, don't you ?" he pleaded.

But still she could not speak, and he tried to read the answer in her swimming eyes.
"You mean--you want to--marry me ?" she murmured, at last, hesitating shyly at the word that had come to play so momentous a part in her little world.
"Indeed I do!" he declared, with emphasis.

"In spite of everything, anything.

Nothing else matters." "Nothing ?" "Nothing! I'll quit the army.

I'll give up the Service, and my people, too.