“I do not know which is the prettiest, your Indian or your Christian name,” he remarked, as they walked slowly along.
“I am the most accustomed to the first, but I suppose I shall lose that when I leave them.”
“It was that by which I first knew you, and I never wish to forget it. There will be a charm clinging to it which can never lose its fascination for me.”
“Well, you can call me by both,” she laughed; “one will suit me as well as the other.”
“Lamora,” suddenly spoke up Hammond, “there are three white men near us; they are searching for gold. If they are successful we may all return to the States together.”
“That will be safer, I suppose.”
“They have been greatly alarmed by this strange—what shall I call it?—creature that makes his home near your village.”
“It has not harmed them?” she asked, with a peculiar expression.
“No; but they are much terrified. Why not tell them the secret?”
“You know Kipwan’s wish,” she answered, earnestly. “I could not do so without his permission.”