It's vanity and desire to beat the other man that's your downfall." Lucy went away, with Van shouldering her box, leaving Macomber trying to return the banter of the riders.

The good-natured raillery was interrupted by a sharp word from one of them.
"Look! Darn me if thet ain't a naked Indian comin'!" The riders whirled to see an apparently nude savage approaching, almost on a run.
"Take a shot at thet, Bill," said another rider.

"Miss Lucy might see--No, she's out of sight.

But, mebbe some other woman is around." "Hold on, Bill," called Macomber.

"You never saw an Indian run like thet." Some of the riders swore, others laughed, and all suddenly became keen with interest.
"Sure his face is white, if his body's red!" The strange figure neared them.