CHAPTER I."THE DRUSES ARE UP!".
"Great Scott, look at her! She's goin' to try and take 'em!" exclaimed Osterhaut, the Jack-of-all-trades at Lebanon.
"She ain't such a fool as all that.

Why, no one ever done it alone.
Low water, too, when every rock's got its chance at the canoe.

But, my gracious, she is goin' to ride 'em!" Jowett, the horse-dealer, had a sportsman's joy in a daring thing.
"See, old Injun Tekewani's after her! He's calling at her from the bank.
He knows.

He done it himself years ago when there was rips in the tribe an' he had to sew up the tears.

He run them Rapids in his canoe--" "Just as the Druse girl there is doin'-- " "An' he's done what he liked with the Blackfeet ever since." "But she ain't a chief--what's the use of her doin' it?
She's goin' straight for them.