"Your little pard?" There was a chuckle from the lithe, muscular young Indian.
"To be sure, I'm still your 'pard,' only I'm far from little now. I'm a strapping fellow."
"What's that? You feel the education has come between us? No more o' that, old fellow! You're one of the biggest-hearted friends man ever had!"
"Tell him to come over as soon as he can," interrupted Kenneth.
"Father Kenneth says 'Come over as soon as you can.'"
"You will? Good! What a reunion we'll have! Good-by."
He hung up the receiver, and the conversation drifted on.
"Has Jack made a successful overseer?" questioned Wathemah.
"Very. He's a fine fellow. He is still very religious, you know, and the men respect him. He has become an indefatigable reader and student of labor questions. Recently I heard him give a speech that surprised me. He grasps his subject, and has a direct way of putting things."
"I should expect Jack to be a forceful speaker," commented Wathemah, "if he ever overcame his diffidence so as to speak at all. But tell me about the school at Gila. That little spot is dear to me."