"Now that it's all over with, I'll say that Kut-le is a good fighter and that you are the handsomest couple I ever saw."
Kut-le chuckled.
"Cesca, am I such a heap fool?"
Cesca sniffed.
"White squaws no good! They—"
But Molly elbowed Cesca aside.
"You no listen to her!" she said.
"O Molly! Molly!" cried Rhoda. "You are a woman! I'm glad you were here!" And the men's eyes blurred a little as the Indian woman hugged the white girl to her and crooned over her.
"You no cry! You no cry! When you come back, Molly come to your house, take care of you!"
After a moment Rhoda wiped her eyes, and Kut-le, who had been giving the old padre something that the old fellow eyed with joy, took the girl's hand gently.