“Is there something more?”
“Yes. You know there is. Oh, Shoz-Dijiji, are you a man or a stone?” she cried.
“I am an Apache, Senorita,” he said. “Do not forget that. I am an Apache, and you are a white girl.”
“I do not care. I love you!” She came very close to him again.
“Are you very sure, Chita?” he asked. “You must make no mistake this time.”
“I am very sure, Shoz-Dijiji.”
“We shall see,” he said, “for we must both be sure. Shoz-Dijiji will be very happy if he finds that you can love him even though he is an Indian—then he will tell you something that you will be glad to know, but not now.”
“There is something that you could tell me now that I should like to hear, Shoz-Dijiji,” she whispered.
“What is that?”
“You have not told me that you love me.”