"You would like me to come?" Hector asked, smiling at Moon.
She flashed a demure answer with her eyes.
An attractive little thing, this Indian girl!
"Then I will come," said Hector, seizing the opportunity.
With that promise they parted.
IV
In June of the following year, Hector, in frontier outfit; his uniform laid aside, rode out to meet Sleeping Thunder and to see the Sun Dance.
MacFarlane saw him off at the stables.
"Who is she, Hec'?" he asked, raising his bushy brows and smiling meaningly. "That pretty little squaw, isn't it?"
Hector, whacking the pack-pony into motion and touching up his horse, looked down and smiled in return.