Frank made a gesture of despair.
“You are very unreasonable this morning.”
“And you are jealous—jealous of an Indian!” taunted the girl. “I did not think that of you!”
Frank straightened up proudly.
“You are at liberty to think what you like,” he said. “I am not jealous, for I think you have more sense than to fall in love with John Swiftwing or any other redskin.”
“Oh, I don’t know!” Inza tossed back, tauntingly. “You can’t always tell.”
Frank turned away.
“Excuse me,” he said. “I must find him and learn what he has been able to do about making arrangements for us.”
He lifted his cap and walked away.
The look on Inza’s face as she watched him depart told that she was not entirely pleased with herself.