“I've got no gun on me,” replied the doctor, “and if I get sight of him, you hear me, I'll make for the timber quick. No heroic captures for me this trip.”
“What is all this about the Indian, Dr. Martin?” inquired the girl at his side as they cantered down the street.
“Didn't your brother tell you?”
“No.”
“Well, I've done enough to you with that Indian already to-day.”
“To me?”
“Didn't I like a fool frighten you nearly to death with him?”
“Well, I was startled. I was silly to show it. But an Indian to an Old Country person familiar with Fenimore Cooper, well—”
“Oh, I was a proper idiot all round this morning,” grumbled the doctor. “I didn't know what I was doing.”
The brown eyes were open wide upon him.