I believe I chose the better course in assuming the role of a neutral, as I sat staring at the fellow while he twisted his moustaches into their old-time curl, gazing at himself in the pocket mirror, utterly oblivious of my presence.
"So this beauty of a Queen told you the tale of her people," I remarked at last, determining to humor his mood.

"It would interest me to hear the story.

Those I have thus far seen differ widely from any other order of savages with whom I have come in contact." "Your judgment is right.

As she tells the story, they are not of Indian blood, but belong to a far older race.

She says they are the remnant of a master people--although regarding their exact lineage she spoke but little--who once, hundreds of years ago no doubt, held undisputed dominion from the banks of a great red river flowing through the prairies far to the northward, down to the salted sea bounding the land upon the east.