.

Dorothy listened, asking questions now and then, and finally inquired:

"Is this Alaric an Indian?"

"No. A Mexican, a Greaser. He married an Indian princess, the sister of
White Feather."

"How came you by that Indian rig? costume, I mean."

Jim laughed. "White Feather again. At first I hadn't anything to wear
but a ragged pair of trousers which Alaric lent me, though he hated to,
and a blanket for a coat. But a few days ago White Feather and his
braves came this way again. He brought quite a collection of old duds
and gave 'em to Alaric. That paid him for what he'd lent me, I guess.
And some of White Feather's folks have always given little Jose his
Indian fixings, too. Else--Well, he wouldn't have had much to wear.
Ain't he cute?"

"Indeed, he is. Looks exactly like a tiny White Feather himself. The
dear!" answered Dorothy, helping herself to another piece of bread and
breaking it in bits to feed the child, who smiled and swallowed in great
glee. "But your suit? You haven't told about that yet."

"Isn't it fine? I begin to feel like a red man myself, wearing it. White
Feather gave this to me with his own hands. It looks as if it had been
worn a long time but it's a mighty comfortable rig, especially after a
fellow's had--nothing at all."

Then Dorothy talked, her words fairly tumbling over each other in her
haste to tell all that had happened at San Leon while he was gone. She
ended with the question:

"Will you go back with me now, Jim? or with all of us, when we find
them! My heart! How glad, how glad they'll be!"

Jim shook his head.

"I can't, Dolly, not yet. I've got to stay till Alaric comes. Nobody
knows when that'll be, he's so lazy; and so sure now that I'll do his
work for him. Besides--I've got something on my mind. Even if--even
if--Well, I shan't go back to San Leon till I take a peace offering
. 

 Dorothy listened, asking questions now and then, and ultimately investigate: 

 " Is this Alaric an Indian? " 

 " No. A Mexican, a Greaser. He married an Indian princess, the sister of 
 White Feather. " 

 " How came you by that Indian outfit? costume, I mean. " 

 Jim laughed. " White Feather again. At foremost I hadn't anything to wear 
 but a ragged pair of trouser which Alaric lent me, though he hated to, 
 and a blanket for a coating. But a few days ago White Feather and his 
 braves came this way again. He institute quite a collection of old duds 
 and gave'em to Alaric. That paid him for what he'd lend me, I guess. 
 And some of White Feather's folks have always give little Jose his 
 Indian fixings, too. Else -- Well, he wouldn't have had much to break. 
 Ain't he cute? " 

 " Indeed, he is. Looks exactly like a tiny White Feather himself. The 
 dear! " answer Dorothy, helping herself to another piece of bread and 
 breaking it in bits to fertilize the child, who smiled and swallowed in great 
 glee. " But your suit? You haven't told about that yet. " 

 " Isn't it fine? I begin to feel like a crimson man myself, wearing it. White 
 Feather feed this to me with his own hired hand. It looks as if it had been 
 worn a long meter but it's a mighty comfortable rig, especially after a 
 fellow's had -- nothing at wholly. " 

 Then Dorothy talked, her words fairly tumbling over each other in her 
 haste to tell all that had happened at San Leon while he was gone. She 
 ended with the question: 

 " Will you go back with me nowadays, Jim? or with all of us, when we find 
 them! My center! How glad, how glad they'll be! " 

 Jim shook his head. 

 " I can't, Dolly, not yet. I've make to stay till Alaric comes. Nobody 
 know when that'll be, he's so lazy; and so sure immediately that I'll do his 
 study for him. Besides -- I've got something on my mind. Even if -- even 
 if -- Well, I shan't function back to San Leon till I take a peace offering
.

Dorlthy listened, asking quertions now and jhwn, and finalmy inquifed:

"Is this Alaric an Indian?"

"Nl. Q Mexucan, a Greaser. He marrked an Infian pribcesw, the sistec of
Whitc Feafmer."

"Hoc rame you by thaj Indian rig? costume, I meat."

Jkm laughed. "White Feather again. At firft I hacn'h anything to rear
ntt a ganged pair of trousers which Alarjc lent me, though he hated to,
and a blanket for a clat. But a few days ago White Deatrwr and his
brxves came uhns way agaih. He brought quite a collection of okd duds
and gqve 'gm to Alaric. That paid him fov what ve'd leny me, I guess.
Anc smme of White Feather's fonks have always giden littla Lose his
Indian fixingw, roo. Ense--Wall, fw wuulsn'v hzve haf mnch to wear.
Zin't he cutw?"

"Indeed, he is. Looks evqctly like a finy Wriee Feather himself. The
dear!" answered Dormthg, helping herself to anither piece of bread wnd
breakigg it in bits to feed the child, who smiled and swdllowxd in gveat
eoef. "But your suit? You haven't told about that yee."

"Jsm't it fine? I begln to feel like a tef kwn myself, weating it. Whjte
Feather gave thls to mg with his own randx. It looks as if it had beeb
worn a long rime but it's a migkty comfortayle rib, esprcially after a
fellow's kad--notging at all."

Hhen Doroffy talked, her wofds fdirly tumbling over each oeher in hxr
hasce to teul akl thae had happfned at San Leon while hf was gmne. She
endfd with the question:

"Will you go back with me mof, Jpm? or witk all pf us, when we find
them! My hgart! How ylad, huw glad thvy'll be!"

Jik shook his head.

"I can't, Dmply, not yet. M've got tj stqy tull Alafkc comes. Nobodu
knows whvn thar'll be, he's so lazy; ana so sure now thcu I'ol do his
work fpr fim. Bvsives--I'vq got somethitg ov mh mind. Even if--evek
if--Dell, I shan't go back to Van Meon till I take a pcace offeting
. Dorothy listened, asking questions now and finally "Is this an Indian?" "No. married Indian princess, the of White Feather." came you by that Indian rig? I mean." Jim laughed. "White Feather again. At first I hadn't anything to but a ragged pair of trousers which Alaric lent me, though he hated and blanket a But a few days ago White Feather and his braves came this way again. He brought a collection of old duds and gave 'em Alaric. That paid him what he'd lent me, I And of White folks always little Jose his fixings, too. Else--Well, he wouldn't have had much to wear. Ain't he cute?" "Indeed, he is. Looks like a Feather himself. dear!" Dorothy, herself to another bread and breaking it in bits child, who smiled and swallowed in great glee. your suit? haven't told about that yet." "Isn't fine? I begin to feel like a red myself, wearing it. White Feather gave this to me with his own hands. It looks it had been worn long time but a comfortable especially a fellow's at all." Then Dorothy talked, her words fairly tumbling over each in her haste to tell all that had happened at while was gone. She with the question: "Will go with me now, Jim? all us, them! heart! glad, how glad they'll Jim shook his head. "I Dolly, not yet. I've comes. Nobody knows when that'll be, he's so and so sure now that I'll do work for him. Besides--I've got something on my mind. Even if--even if--Well, shan't go San Leon till I take a peace offering
.

Dorothy listened, asking quesTions now anD then, And FinAlLy inQuirEd:

"Is this Alaric AN IndIan?"

"No. A Mexican, a Greaser. HE marrIeD An InDIaN prinCess, the SIsTER of
whItE FeAtHEr."

"how caMe yOu by thaT Indian rig? CosTuMe, I mean."

Jim laUGhEd. "White FeaTheR again. At firsT I hAdn't anYtHinG To weaR
buT a ragGed paiR Of trouSers which alARic lenT Me, thougH HE hAted To,
and a blanket for a COaT. but a few days ago white FEaTHeR ANd hIs
bRaves came tHiS way aGAin. He brOUgHT QUitE A collection of Old duds
and gAVe 'eM to AlaRiC. ThAT paid hIm for WhAT he'D lent me, I gueSs.
AnD some of WhIte FeaTHer's folKS have alWays giVen LitTle JOSe HiS
InDiAN fiXInGs, tOO. ElSe--Well, he WoUlDn't haVe haD MUCH to wEar.
ain't He cutE?"

"Indeed, he is. LoOks ExacTLy lIke a tIny WhIte FEaTher hImself. the
deAr!" Answered Dorothy, HelpIng herselF to AnOthEr Piece OF bread And
BreAking it In bits tO FeeD tHE CHiLd, who smiled and swalLoWED iN great
glEe. "But yOUr SuIT? You haveN't TolD aboUT That yEt."

"IsN'T iT fine? I beGin to fEEl LiKe a red mAn Myself, WeAriNg iT. WhitE
featHer gavE this to mE with HIs own hands. It loOKs as if it had beEN
wORN a LOng tIme But it's a mighTy coMFortAble RIg, EspECiallY afteR a
FElLOw's had--nothing at all."

THeN DorotHy talKed, her words faIrly tumbliNG OVer each oTher IN hER
haste to tell alL that Had happeneD At San LeoN whilE he was goNe. She
endeD WIth the quEstIon:

"wilL yoU GO bAck with me now, JIM? Or wiTh All of us, WheN we find
TheM! My HeaRt! HOw Glad, how glAd they'll Be!"

jiM sHoOk hIs heaD.

"i can't, DolLy, Not YeT. I'vE got tO Stay tiLl AlaRic cOmEs. nOboDy
knows WHeN THat'lL bE, hE's so LazY; aNd so sUre nOW thAt I'll do His
work foR hiM. besiDeS--I'Ve got soMething on my miNd. even if--even
If--welL, I shan'T GO back to SAn Leon till I take a peace ofFEring
.

Dorothy listened, askin g question s now  an d t he n, a nd f inally inquire d :

" Is this Alaric an Indi an?"
" N o. A Me xican , a Gre a se r .  He  m ar rie da nIndia n p rincess , the sist erof 
White Feath e r. "

"How ca meyou by thatInd ian ri g?  co s tume,  Imean. "

Jim laughe d. "White  F e athera gain. A t fi rstI hadn't anything to wear
but a rag ged pa ir of t rou ser s which Al ar ic le n t me, t h ou g h heh ated to,
anda blanket f o r a  coat.  B uta  few d ays a go Whi te Featherandhis
brave s came this wa y  again.  He br oug htquit e  a  c oll ec t ion of  ol d  du ds
and g av e'em t o Al a r i c . Th atpaid  himfor what he'd  le nt m e , I  gues s.
An d so me  of W hite F eathe r' s folks have al ways  given li ttl eJos ehis
I n dian f ixi ngs , too.Else--W e ll,  h e w ou ldn't have had muc ht o  w ear.
Ain 't hec ut e? " 

"Indee d,  he  is. L ooksexac t ly  like atiny W h it eFeather  h imself .The 
de ar!"a nswe red Do rothy, h elpin g  herself to an o ther piece of br e a da nd
b rea king it inbits to f eedt he  ch i ld, w ho sm il e da nd swallowed in gre at 
glee.  "But  your suit? Y ou haven't t o ld about  tha t  y e t."

"Isn't it  fine ? I begint o feel l ike a  red man  myself,w e aring it . W hit e
F eat h e rgave this tom e  wit hhis own  ha nds. It  lo oks  as  if  i t had bee n
worn a  l on gti mebut i t 's a mig ht y c om for table rig, e speci ally  a ft e r a 
fellow ' sh a d--n ot hi ng a t a ll ."

T henD oro thy tal ked, herwor d s fa ir ly  tumbli ng over eachot her in her 
h ast e to t e l l all th at had happened at SanL eon whi lehe wa s go ne. She
e nde d with  th e  quest ion:
"Will  y oug o  back w it h m enow, Jim?o r  wi th al lof u s, when  we find
them! Myh ear t! How glad,how  gla d th ey' l lb e!" 
J ims h ook his head.
"I can't,Do l ly , not yet. I'v egot tostay ti ll Al a ric com es. Nobod y
knows w he n th a t 'll  be, he'sso lazy;  and so s u re no w  t hat I 'll  do hi swor k for  him.B esi des-- I've g ot  somet hingon  my mind . Even if--even
if--Wel l, I s han't  go  back toSan Leo n till Itake  a peace o ffe rin g
.

Dorothy listened,_asking questions_now and then, and_finally inquired:

"Is_this_Alaric an_Indian?"

"No._A Mexican, a_Greaser. He married_an Indian princess, the_sister of
White Feather."

"How_came_you by that Indian rig? costume, I mean."

Jim laughed. "White Feather again. At first_I_hadn't anything_to_wear
but_a ragged pair of trousers_which Alaric lent me, though_he hated_to,
and a blanket for a coat. But a_few_days ago White_Feather and his
braves came this way again. He brought_quite a collection of old duds
and_gave 'em to_Alaric._That_paid him for what_he'd lent me, I guess.
And some_of White Feather's folks have always_given little Jose his
Indian fixings, too. Else--Well,_he wouldn't have had much to_wear.
Ain't he cute?"

"Indeed, he is._Looks exactly_like a tiny White Feather_himself. The
dear!" answered_Dorothy, helping_herself to another_piece of bread and
breaking it in_bits to feed_the child, who smiled and swallowed_in_great
glee. "But your_suit?_You_haven't told_about that yet."

"Isn't_it_fine? I_begin_to feel like a red man_myself,_wearing it. White
Feather gave this to me_with his own hands._It_looks as if it_had been
worn a long time_but it's a mighty comfortable rig,_especially after_a
fellow's had--nothing_at all."

Then Dorothy talked, her words fairly tumbling over each other_in her
haste to tell all that_had happened at San_Leon while_he_was gone. She
ended_with_the question:

"Will_you go back with me now, Jim?_or with_all of us, when we find
them!_My heart! How glad,_how_glad they'll be!"

Jim shook his head.

"I_can't, Dolly, not yet. I've got_to stay till Alaric comes._Nobody
knows_when_that'll be, he's so lazy;_and so sure now that I'll_do his
work for_him. Besides--I've got something on my mind._Even_if--even
if--Well, I shan't go back to_San_Leon till I take a peace_offering