"The men have been working for months on the government dam at Bitter Peak. We were with them and just got here three days ago. Of course, Qui-tha didn't tell what little he knew. If the men won't help Charley, we women will. We could carry water to the field."
Qui-tha rose and walked over to Charley. "Qui-tha heap sorry. You give Qui-tha to sheriff."
Charley shook her head. "What good would that do?"
"All right then, Qui-tha go help one week, fix the alfalfa."
Old Rabbit Tail lighted another cigarette. "We come Monday, bring fifteen men, one week," he said.
"You know neither Roger nor I have any money, Rabbit Tail," explained Charley.
"Money no pay for blood. You good to Injuns. Now Injuns good to you."
Roger rose. "Thank you," he said simply. But Charley was too moved for words and as if she understood, one of the squaws put one hand on the girl's shoulder while she patted her cheek.
They clambered back to the top of the trail, without a word until the camp was out of sight, then Roger said with a half smile,
"You are some girl, Charley dear."