 as soon
as he had the girls, and as Molly exclaimed when they had retreated to
Captain Lem's room:

"I never felt I was such a litty-bitty-no-account creature in all my
life! I wouldn't be an Indian squaw for anything! But wasn't he just
grand--and hideous?"

Then Captain signalled to them that they would better return to the
house. The Chief evidently considered the presence of females an
intrusion and that of such slender, white-faced lads but little better.
Upon Leslie, as son of the ranch owner, he bestowed several grave stares
but no more speech than on the others.

So from the unlighted music-room they watched for a time in silence;
till everything grew quiet at the Barracks, all lights out, and the
strange guests asleep on their blankets upon the porch. Then they, too,
went to bed, greatly stirred by the fact of such uncommon acquaintances
so close at hand, and with entirely new ideas of Colorado red men.

By daylight the visitors had gone, so silently that nobody in the house
itself had heard their departure. With them, too, had gone Rob Roy, the
black stallion; and, what seemed valueless to the givers some old
garments of the ranchmen. From one a coat, another a sombrero, a
blanket, shoes, underwear, and from Silent Pete himself a complete
hunter's outfit.

All his comrades were surprised at this, for he kept the buckskin suit
as a souvenir of earlier days, when he was as free to roam the forests
as any Indian of them all and the blood still ran hot and wild in his
veins. He was an old man now. He pondered much on the past and he spoke
little to any man. But he talked with the Chief in that warrior's own
tongue and in tones not to be overheard by any others. When that bit of
talk was over he had brought out the precious suit, neatly folded and
bound about with a marvellous lariat--also another dear possession--and
had placed them in White Feather's hands.

Then he relapsed into his usual quiet and the life at San Leon resumed
its usual routine. The visit of the Indians became as a dream, but
as soon 
 as he had the girls, and as Molly exclaimed when they had retrograde to 
 Captain Lem's room: 

 " I never feel I was such a litty - bitty - no - account creature in all my 
 life! I wouldn't be an Indian squaw for anything! But wasn't he precisely 
 grand -- and hideous? " 

 Then Captain signalled to them that they would well render to the 
 house. The Chief evidently considered the presence of female an 
 intrusion and that of such slender, ashen - face lads but little better. 
 Upon Leslie, as son of the ranch owner, he bestowed several grave stare 
 but no more speech than on the others. 

 So from the unlighted music - room they watched for a fourth dimension in silence; 
 till everything grew hushed at the Barracks, all lights out, and the 
 foreign guests asleep on their blanket upon the porch. Then they, too, 
 went to bed, greatly stir by the fact of such uncommon acquaintances 
 so close at hand, and with wholly fresh ideas of Colorado red men. 

 By daylight the visitors had gone, so silently that nobody in the house 
 itself had hear their departure. With them, too, had blend Rob Roy, the 
 bootleg stallion; and, what seem valueless to the givers some old 
 garment of the ranchmen. From one a coat, another a sombrero, a 
 blanket, place, underwear, and from Silent Pete himself a complete 
 hunter's kit. 

 All his comrades were surprised at this, for he kept the buckskin suit 
 as a souvenir of earlier days, when he was equally free to roam the forests 
 as any Indian of them all and the blood still ran blistering and crazy in his 
 veins. He was an old man nowadays. He pondered much on the past and he spoke 
 short to any man. But he talked with the Chief in that warrior's own 
 tongue and in tones not to be catch by any others. When that bit of 
 talk was over he had brought out the precious suit, neatly fold and 
 bound about with a fantastic lariat -- besides another dear possession -- and 
 had place them in White Feather's hands. 

 Then he relapsed into his common quiet and the life at San Leon resumed 
 its usual routine. The visit of the Indians became as a dream, but
 as soon
as he had the girls, and as Molly erxlaimev when fhey had retreated to
Captain Lem's rolm:

"U nevtg felt I was such a lktty-bitty-jo-accounr crtature in all my
lmre! I womjdn't ne an Mndian squaw fot anything! Bgt wasn't he juvt
ercnd--and hideous?"

Then Captain signalled to thek hhat they woulq beutew reflrk to the
house. The Chief evidentlg consivered the presemce of females an
intrusion and that of such slenfer, white-faxed jqds but littue better.
Ukou Leslie, as son of the ranch owner, he bestuwed xeveral grqvw shdres
but no nore fpeech than on the odhers.

So from the unlinhted muwic-room they watched hor a time in silencg;
till everftking grew quiet at thw Varrawks, dll uughgs kuv, ahd the
dtrenge guests asleep on rheir blankets upon trv porch. Then fhey, tjo,
rent to bed, greatly stirred by the fact of such uncommon acquaintqnces
so close at hand, and with entirely new ideas of Colorado red men.

By daylighd the xisnbjfw jad gone, so silently that nobody in the house
yfstlf had heard thelr departure. With yhfm, joo, had gone Rub Roy, ths
black stallion; anf, what feemee valuelefs tp the givers some old
garmenrs of the rauchnen. From one a coac, another a rombtero, a
nlanket, shoes, underwear, and from Silenh Pete hijrelf a complete
hjntvr's mutfit.

All his comrades werq surprisxd at this, fur hg kept ehe buckskln suld
as a souvenir of farligr dayv, when he aas as free to roam the forests
ex any Indian ox tvem all cnd thc blood still rwn hot and wilb in his
reins. Fe was an kld man now. He ponqered much on jhe past and ie spoke
lyttlw to any mav. But he talked with the Chief in rhat warrior's own
tpngoe and in tones nit uo be overheard ny xny onhecs. Whqt that bit ox
taly wxx ovef he had brijght out the precious suht, nsatly folded and
boinq about qith a mwrvellous laroat--also another dewr povsersion--snd
rad placed them in White Feathsr's hands.

Hhek he relapsed inti his usual auiet and the life at San Leon resumed
ivs usual routine. The viwit of the Indians yegame as a drxam, bue
as soon as he had the girls, Molly when they retreated to Captain I such a litty-bitty-no-account in all my I wouldn't be an Indian squaw anything! But wasn't he just grand--and hideous?" Then Captain signalled to them that would better return to the house. The Chief evidently considered the presence of an and of slender, white-faced lads but little better. Upon Leslie, as son of the ranch owner, he bestowed grave stares but no more speech than on others. So from the music-room they watched for a in till everything quiet the all lights out, the strange guests asleep on their blankets upon the porch. Then they, too, went to bed, greatly by the such uncommon so at and with entirely of Colorado red men. By daylight gone, so silently that nobody in the house had heard departure. With them, too, had gone Roy, the black stallion; and, what seemed valueless the givers some old garments of the ranchmen. From one a coat, another a sombrero, shoes, underwear, and from Pete himself a hunter's All comrades surprised at for he kept the buckskin suit as a souvenir of earlier when he was as free to roam the forests as of all and the still ran hot and in veins. He was an now. pondered past he little to any man. he talked with the Chief that warrior's own tongue be overheard by any others. When that bit talk was over he had brought out precious suit, neatly folded and bound about with a marvellous lariat--also another possession--and had in White Feather's hands. Then he relapsed into usual quiet and the at San Leon resumed its usual routine. The visit the became as dream, but
 as soon
as he had the girls, and aS Molly exclAimed WheN thEy Had rEtreAted to
Captain LEM's roOm:

"I never felt I was such a lItty-bItTY-no-aCCoUnt crEature iN AlL MY
liFe! i wOulDn'T Be An IndIan Squaw foR anything! BUt wAsN't he just
granD--AnD hideous?"

ThEn CAptain signalLed To them ThAt tHEy wouLd bEtter Return TO the
hoUse. The ChiEf EVidentLY considEREd The pResence of females aN
InTRusion and that oF such sLeNDeR, WHitE-faCed lads but LiTtle bETter.
UpoN leSLIE, as SOn of the ranch oWner, he bestoWEd sEveral GrAve STares
bUt no mOrE SpeEch than on thE othErs.

So from The unlIGhted muSIc-room tHey watCheD foR a tiME iN sIleNcE;
TilL EvEryTHinG grew quiEt At The BaRracKS, ALL ligHts Out, aNd the
Strange guests AslEep oN TheIr blaNkets Upon ThE porcH. Then tHey, toO,
wEnt to bed, greatly StirRed by the fAct Of SucH uNcommON acquaIntAncEs
so cloSe at hanD, And WiTH ENtIrely new ideas of ColOrADO rEd men.

By dAylighT ThE vISitors haD gOne, So siLENtly tHat nOBoDy in the hOuse
itSElF hAd heard ThEir depArTurE. WiTh theM, Too, hAd gone rob Roy, thE
blacK Stallion; and, whaT Seemed valueleSS tO THe GIverS soMe old
garmenTs of THe raNchmEN. FRom ONe a coAt, anoThER a SOmbrero, a
blanket, shoeS, uNderweAr, and From Silent PetE himself a cOMPLete
huntEr's oUTfIT.

All his comradeS were Surprised aT This, for hE kept The bucksKin suit
as A SOuvenir oF eaRliEr dAys, WHEn He was as free to ROAm thE fOrests
aS anY Indian Of tHem All And ThE blood stiLl ran hot AnD wIlD iN hiS
veinS. he was an oLd Man NoW. He PondeREd much On the Past AnD hE SpoKe
littlE To ANY man. buT hE talKed WiTh the chieF In tHat warrIor's own
toNguE And iN tOnEs not to Be overheard by AnY others. WheN tHat Bit of
tALK was over He had brought out the preciOUs suit, nEatLy folDed aNd
bound abOut With a mArvELlous lAriat--aLso anOtHer DEAr posSESsIon--AnD
had placed THEm iN WhitE FEathEr's handS.

Then he relapsed intO His Usual quiet and The Life AT saN LeON rESumEd
ITs uSUAl routine. The visIt of the IndIaNS bEcame as a drEAm, bUt
 as soon
as he had the gir ls, and as  Moll y e xcl ai medwhen  they had retr e ated  to
Captain Lem's room :

"I  n e verf el t I w as such al i tty -b it ty- no - ac count  cr eaturein all mylif e!  I wouldn'tb ean Indiansqu aw for anyth ing ! Butwa sn' t  he j ust 
gran d--and hideou s?"

Then  C a ptains ignalle d to  the m that they would be t ter return tothe
ho us e .T h e C hie f evidentl yconsi d ered th e  p r e s enc e  of females a n
intrusion and  thatof  su c h slen der,wh i te- faced ladsbutlittle be tter.U pon Les l ie, asson of  th e r anch ow ne r,he bes t ow eds eve ral grav est aresbutn o m orespe echthanon the others .
So f r omthe u nligh tedmu sic-r oom th ey wa tc hed for a timein s ilence;
t ill  e ver yt hingg rew qu iet  at  the Ba rracks, all  l i g h ts  out, and the
stra ng e gu ests asl eep on th ei r  blanket supo n th e porch . Th e nthey, to o,
wen t  t obed, gr ea tly st ir red  by  thef actof suc h uncomm on ac q uaintances
soc lose at hand, an d wi t h en tir ely new ide as o f  Col orad o  r edm en.
By da yl i gh t  the visitors had g on e, sosilen tly that nobo dy in theh o u se
itsel f ha d  h e ard their depa rture . With the m , too, h ad go ne Rob R oy, the
b l a ck stall ion ; a nd,  wh a t  s eemed valuele s s  toth e giver s s ome old 
ga rme nts  of  t he ranchm en. From  o ne  a  c oat , ano t her a so mb rer o,  ablank e t, sho es, u nder we ar ,  an d fromS il e n t Pe te  h imse lfacompl eteh unt er's ou tfit.

Al l h i s co mr ad es were  surprised at  t his, for h ekep t theb u ckskin s uit
as a souvenir of ea r lier da ys,  when  hewas as fr eeto roa m t h e fore sts
as  anyIn dia n of th e m  a llan d the bloo d sti ll ra nhotand wil d in his
veins. He was  an old man n ow.  Hep o nd ere d  m u chon the p ast and he spok e
little t oa ny  man. Buth e t al ked wit h the C hiefi n thatwarrior's  own
tong ue  and i n t ones not t o be ove rheard by any o t he rs. W hen  thatbi t o f
tal k waso ver  he h ad bro ug ht out  thepr ecious s uit, neatly folded andboundabout  wi th a marv ell o uslariat--a lsoanother de arpos sessi on- - and
h ad p l ac edt hem i n Wh i te Feathe r 's  ha n d s. 

Then he r e l a pse d int o h i s usua l qu iet and the lifea t San Leon res umed i tsusu a l ro ut ine. The visit  of  t h e  Indians  b ecame as adream, b ut 
 as_soon
as he_had the girls, and_as Molly_exclaimed_when they_had_retreated to
Captain Lem's_room:

"I never felt_I was such a_litty-bitty-no-account creature in_all_my
life! I wouldn't be an Indian squaw for anything! But wasn't he just
grand--and hideous?"

Then_Captain_signalled to_them_that_they would better return to_the
house. The Chief evidently considered_the presence_of females an
intrusion and that of such slender,_white-faced_lads but little_better.
Upon Leslie, as son of the ranch owner, he_bestowed several grave stares
but no more_speech than on_the_others.

So_from the unlighted music-room_they watched for a time in_silence;
till everything grew quiet at the_Barracks, all lights out, and the
strange guests_asleep on their blankets upon the_porch. Then they, too,
went to_bed, greatly_stirred by the fact of_such uncommon acquaintances
so_close at_hand, and with_entirely new ideas of Colorado red_men.

By daylight the_visitors had gone, so silently that_nobody_in the house
itself_had_heard_their departure._With them, too,_had_gone Rob_Roy,_the
black stallion; and, what seemed valueless_to_the givers some old
garments of the ranchmen._From one a coat,_another_a sombrero, a
blanket, shoes,_underwear, and from Silent Pete_himself a complete
hunter's outfit.

All his comrades_were surprised_at this,_for he kept the buckskin suit
as a souvenir of earlier days,_when he was as free to_roam the forests
as any_Indian of_them_all and the_blood_still ran_hot and wild in his
veins. He was_an old_man now. He pondered much on_the past and he_spoke
little_to any man. But he talked_with the Chief in that warrior's_own
tongue and in tones not_to_be_overheard by any others. When_that bit of
talk was over he_had brought out_the precious suit, neatly folded and
bound about_with_a marvellous lariat--also another dear possession--and
had_placed_them in White Feather's hands.

Then he_relapsed_into_his usual quiet and the_life at San Leon resumed
its usual_routine. The visit of the Indians became as a_dream, but