“He's splendid,” cried Mandy enthusiastically. “Why, he's just like one of Cooper's Indians. He's certainly like none of the rest I've seen about here.”
“That's true enough,” replied her husband. “He's no Piegan. Who is he, I wonder? I don't remember seeing him. He thinks no end of himself, at any rate.”
“And looks as if he had a right to.”
“Right you are! Well, let's away. You must be dog tired and used up.”
“Never a bit,” cried Mandy. “I'm fresh as a daisy. What a wonderful ending to a wonderful day!”
They extinguished the fire carefully and made their way out to the trail.
But the end of this wonderful day had not yet come.