A blush suffused the red girl’s face.
“White Lasso will take him along if he goes to-night.”
Lina Aiken was silent for a long time.
“I wonder where George is!” she murmured.
“The other pale-face?”
The white girl started and it was her time to blush.
“Did you hear me, Winnesaw?”
“Yes; Gold Girl loves other pale boy.”
Lina’s blue eyes dropped to her feet, and the crimson mounted to her temples, and tarried there until the Indian girl arose.
“You are not going to leave me now, girl?” said the blonde, imploringly.