To her there was something repulsive about the fellow. But Stella looked at him boldly and inquiringly.
"How?" grunted the Indian.
"What you want?" asked Stella, in a business-like way.
"Me want agent," he answered, with a leer, which evidently he intended for a smile of fascination.
"Not here," said Stella sharply.
"Where go?"
"Get out."
The Indian stared at her with an expression of amazement, which gradually turned to one of admiration.
"Heap good-looking squaw," he grunted.
"Get out," said Stella again.