How cutting her words and manner were! He felt the sting, and his face went from red to white, but he continued, firmly:
“If you were to continue to be so friendly with John Swiftwing he might think you in love with him.”
“What of it!”
“It would be an easy thing for you to arouse a responsive passion in his heart.”
Inza clapped her hands.
“How jolly that would be! Think of having an Indian lover! Why, it is just awfully romantic!”
“It may seem very romantic, and all that, but it would be dangerous.”
“Dangerous! Pooh!”
“Yes, dangerous. For all of his education, Swiftwing is an Indian, and he would not fancy being fooled and toyed with. If he fancied you had deceived him, there is no telling what he might take it into his head to do.”
“Now you are trying to make out, like Dan Carver, that he is a common bad Indian. I thought better of you than that, Mr. Merriwell!”