"I'm a full blood Indian," he said, quietly. The three men looked at him as if they saw him for the first time.
"Well, what of it?" asked Marshall, shortly.
"This of it," said Charlie, tensely, "that you whites with your Constitution and your Declaration of Independence are a lot of liars and thieves."
Marshall turned purple, but John Levine spoke quickly. "Easy there, my boy! You're talking of things you don't understand."
"Oh, but he does," interrupted Lydia eagerly. "'Governments derive their just powers from the consent of the governed.' We had it in school. It must mean Indians too."
John Levine laughed. "There you have it. And Charlie is right, we are liars and thieves, but we have to be. Might is right in this world."
"Speak for yourself, Levine," cried Marshall.
"Levine!" exploded Charlie. "Are you Levine? You're the man then that my sister—" his voice rose to a shout. "I'll beat the face off of you right now."
And he made a sudden spring for the astonished Levine.