“I have heard about you, I think,” said Edwards.
The Indian’s deep voice was charged with scorn.
“Yes, the Lizard called at your camp—you would hear about every one from the Lizard.”
“He told me that you were educated.”
Natachee answered sadly:
“It is true, I attended the white man’s school. What I learned there made me return to the desert and the mountains to live as my fathers lived; and to die as my people must die.”
When the white man, seemingly, could find no words with which to reply, the Indian spoke again.
“If it is gold that brought you here to the Cañada del Oro, why do you not search for the Lost Mine with the Iron Door?”
Hugh Edwards, remembering what the Lizard had said, smiled.
“And is there, really, such a mine?”