"There were hours and hours when I couldn't get a word in edgewise."
"And there were whole days and days—" I began.
"Now, don't let's work up a fuss," she said sweetly. "We won't have so many more talks together, and anyway it isn't professional etiquette for us to fight."
"Who wants to fight?" I said. "I never was that kind of Indian."
"Then let's begin where we left off."
"It used to be all Harry Clayton then," I remarked.
"Was it as long ago as that?" she asked. "Oh, dear, how time passes!"
"He joined the great majority, I heard."
"Oh, yes, he's married," she said. "He wasn't any good at all.
What can you do with a person who has scalps to burn?"
"That kind of thing discourages an Indian," I remarked.