"He was so," she said, with a smile.
"And now?"
"Now, he is my dearest friend."
"This goes beyond me. And when was this extraordinary change effected?"
"Since the day," the girl cleverly replied, "when Red Cedar, instead of being my friend, suddenly became my enemy."
Valentine let his arms fall, like a man who gives up in despair attempting to solve a riddle.
"I do not understand you," he said.
"You will soon do so," she answered.
She bounded into her saddle, and leaning over to Valentine said—
"Good bye, caballero; I am going to join Bloodson; we shall meet again soon."