"You've changed in some way.
What is it?
Is it on account of that Injin?
Couldn't you have found a white man in his place ?" "I reckon he's neither worse nor better for that," she replied bitterly; "and perhaps he wasn't as particular in his taste as a white man might have been.

But," she added, with a sudden spasm of her old rage, "it's a lie; he's NOT an Indian, no more than I am.

Not unless being born of a mother who scarcely knew him, of a father who never even saw him, and being brought up among white men and wild beasts--less cruel than they were--could make him one!" Dunn looked at her in surprise not unmixed with admiration.

"If Nellie," he thought, "could but love ME like that!" But he only said: "For all that, he's an Injin.

Why, look at his name.