"What may happen to her in the meanwhile?
She is an Eastern girl, unaccustomed to this life,--a--a lady." "Yer don't need worry none 'bout thet.

Ef she 's the right kind she 'll stan' more 'n a man when she has to.

I reckon it won't be none too pleasant 'long with Gene an' them Cheyenne bucks, but if she 's pulled through so far, thar ain't nuthin' special goin' ter happen till they git to the Injun camp." "You mean her fate will be decided in council ?" "Sure; thet's Cheyenne law.

Le Fevre knows it, an' ol' Koleta would knife him in a minute if he got gay.

He's a devil all right--thet ol' buck--but he 's afraid of Black Kettle, an' thar won't be no harm done to the gal." The Sergeant walked over to the fire, and stared down into the red embers, striving to control himself.