"I had to do it, and I did it." "The teeth of rock everywhere!" he rejoined reproachfully, with a gesture of awe.
"I remembered all--all.

You were my master, Tekewani." "But only once with me it was, Summer Song," he persisted.

Summer Song was his name for her.
"I saw it--saw it, every foot of the way," she insisted.

"I thought hard, oh, hard as the soul thinks.

And I saw it all." There was something singularly akin in the nature of the girl and the Indian.