It must be he," said the squaw.
Even Necia would have marvelled had she heard this revelation of her father's age, for his hair and brows were grizzled, and his face had the look of a man of sixty, while only those who knew him well, like Doret, were aware of his great strength and the endurance that belied his appearance.
"We will send Necia down to the Mission to-night, and let Father Barnum keep her there till this man goes," said the squaw, after some deliberation.
"No, she must stay here," Gale replied, with decision.

"The man has come here to live, so it won't do any good to send her away, and, after all, what is to be will be.

But she must never be seen in that dance-girl's dress again, at least, not till I learn more about this Stark.

It makes no difference whether this one is the man or not; he will come and I shall know him.

For a year I have felt that the time was growing short, and now I know it." "No, no!" Alluna cried; "we have no strangers here.