“Ai. Me speak to um first.”
“What did you say to him, Wah-coo-tah?”
“Me say, let Pa-e-has-ka out through secret door with Wah-coo-tah. If you no let us out, me say, Wah-coo-tah show Pa-e-has-ka how to slide door across shaft. That make Lawless heap mad, and he shoot. But we fool um,” she crooned; “Pa-e-has-ka live, and we fool um Lawless. Ah, ah!”
“How do you feel, Wah-coo-tah?” the scout asked, in a kindly tone.
“Like pretty soon me go to better place, to the hunting-grounds of all good Cheyennes.”
“No, no, Wah-coo-tah,” whispered Dell, bending down and taking one of the girl’s hands; “you are going to get well. We shall take you to a doctor, at Sun Dance, and he will cure you.”
“You like Wah-coo-tah to get well?” the Indian girl asked.
“Yes, yes,” breathed Dell tearfully; “I want you to live so I can prove to you that I am your friend, always your friend.”
“Mebbyso Yellow Hair talk with two tongues?”
“No, Wah-coo-tah,” said Dell earnestly, “I never talk with two tongues.”