But, I thay! what'th up?
You look ath if you had been running all night." Low grasped his hand.

"Thank you," he said hurriedly; "but it's nothing.

Only I must be back to the woods early.

Good-by." But Curson retained Low's hand in his own powerful grip.
"I'll go with you a bit further," he said.

"In fact, I've got thomething to thay to you; only don't be in thuch a hurry; the woodth can wait till you get there." Quietly compelling Low to alter his own characteristic Indian stride to keep pace with his, he went on: "I don't mind thaying I rather cottoned to you from the time you acted like a white man--no offenthe--to Teretha.