“Why not?” she demanded.
Percy could not very well explain the cause of his doubts to her.
“Because—because,” he stammered. “No matter! But do you think he is your father?”
“I do!” she answered, with decision.
CHAPTER XXI.
THE MYSTIC CAVERN.
Percy Vere listened to all this amazedly.
“What makes you think Smoholler is your father?” he asked.
“He has told me so,” she replied, simply.
“He may have had a motive in doing so,” he urged. “What proof have you of it besides his word?”
“A strong one. His face is of the same hue as mine—a hue that neither a Yakima or a Nez Perce possesses.”