We are five whites here, and three hundred miles from the nearest of our kind.

If we want to save him and save ourselves we've got to face the facts." Of this Colina heard one sentence.

"Do you mean, to say that father brought this on himself ?" she demanded, breathlessly angry.
Ambrose made a helpless gesture.
"I am to understand that you justify the breed ?" she persisted.
"You have no right to put words into my mouth!" Colina repeated like an automaton.

"Do you think the breed was justified in shooting my father ?" "I will not answer." "You've got to answer--before you and I go any farther!" "Colina, think what you're doing!" he cried.

"We must not quarrel." "I'm not quarreling," she said with an odd, flinty quietness.