“Yes, of yourself,” he repeated.
“But there is so little to tell,” she objected.
“There is much I’d like to know,” he said earnestly. “May I ask you some pointed questions?”
He lay upon a fur rug at her feet. As he turned to look at her, their eyes met. He unflinchingly met her ardent gaze; she dropped her white lids and blushed. Then recovering herself she answered composedly:
“You may ask me any questions you choose.”
“And will you answer them?”
“I will.”
For the moment he was disconcerted. He had expected her to refuse his request. However, he said:
“How long have you been among the Indians?”