After all, she was not a wild thing, but a human being, and he hesitated.

In dealing with men, he had but one method, which was to go straight to the point regardless of consequences.

So he half turned in the saddle and rode with one foot free of the stirrup that he might face her squarely.
"You say you're willing to bury the tomahawk; do you mean it ?" His eyes sought hers, and when they met her glance held it in spite of her blushes, which indeed puzzled him.

But she did not answer immediately, and so he repeated the question.
"Do you mean that?
We've been digging into each other pretty industriously, and saying how we hate each other--but are you willing to drop it and be friends?
It's for you to say--and you've got to say it now." Evadna hung up her head at that.

"Are you in the habit of laying down the law to everyone who will permit it ?" she evaded.
"Am I to take it for granted you meant what you said ?" He stuck stubbornly to the main issue.