You're not of my people, and I'm not of yours." At that moment they heard the voices of the trader and his squaw outside, approaching the house.

The girl's breath caught in her throat, she flung herself recklessly upon her lover's breast and threw her arms around his neck in an agony of farewell.
"Meade! Meade! my soldier!" she sobbed, "kiss me good-bye for the last time!" "No," he said roughly.
But she dragged his face down to her burning lips.
"Now you must go," she said, tearing herself away, "and, for my sake, don't see me again." "I will! I will! I'll ask your father for you to-night." "No, no! Don't; please don't! Wait till--till to-morrow--till I say the word! Promise me! On your love, promise!" Her eyes held such a painful entreaty that he nodded acquiescence as the door opened and her father and Alluna entered..