It was a full suit of rich chestnut brown, nearly three feet long, and fell in thick masses over her breast and shoulders.

He caught it up eagerly, drew it through his great ugly hands, and gloated over it with something of a miser's pleasure as he counts his gold.

Then taking a pair of scissors from his pocket, he ran them over the girl's head with the quickness and skill of a barber, cutting close down, that he might not lose even the sixteenth part of an inch of her rich tresses.

An Indian scalping his victim could not have shown more eagerness.

An Indian's wild pleasure was in his face as he lifted the heavy mass of brown hair and held it above his head.