Yet she did not seem to be afraid of Good Indian.
"I sorry I scare yo' horse," she said hesitatingly, speaking better English than before.

"I heap hurry to get here.

I speak with yo'." "Well, what is it ?" Good Indian's tone was not as brusque as his words; indeed, he spoke very gently, for him.

This was the good-looking young squaw he had seen at the Indian camp.

"What's your name ?" he asked, remembering suddenly that he had never heard it.
"Rachel.