he was to look around for some "dead" Indian lands on the Reservation, preferably with a ranch house on them. If he could buy such a place at a decent figure
"On the Reservation! Is that safe for you?"
"If I let them alone I guess they're not hunting any trouble."
But he did not tell her that a part of his agreement had been a promise, solemnly made, to keep his hands off Little Dog. It had not been easy; he had even hesitated. But he had made it.
"I owe him a skinful of lead."
"You're going to owe me something more important than lead. Good hard money."
"If he keeps out of my way"
"Don't be a pig-headed young fool. Take it or leave it, Tom."
So he had agreed.
It was after he had told her that, moving excitedly, exultantly around the room, that a new thought occurred to him. Some pause or other—for breath perhaps—brought him up before the bureau, with its gold trinkets, and he stopped and stared at them.
"I guess maybe I've been thinking too much about myself," he said suddenly. "What about you, girl? You've got a right to have a say in this."
"It's just what we have both been wanting, Tom, isn't it?"
"You don't know anything about it," he said, almost roughly. "It'll be no picnic. If I take hold I'm going through with it. I'll be away part of the time, and winter's coming. What I could do," he added, "you could get a room somewhere here, and"
"And let you fight it out alone?"
"I've bached it before this. And I'm not talking about a ranch house like the L. D. If we get three rooms we'll be lucky."
"If it's only one room I'm going with you, Tom."
Even then he was not quite satisfied. He stood looking at her moodily. She was so young, so ignorant of what she
