You have a good deal to leave here.

I suppose your nephew--" "He's a good lad, but a stranger to me, Hawke," broke in the host.

"The fact is, I am as yet undecided.

I go home for my daughter's sake; it's no place for her out here," he sternly said.

"You know what Indian life is ?" Hawke bowed, and mutely cried, "Peccavi." He had been a part of it.