Nearer it came, and nearer.
"She wants to say good-by again."
Nearer still, so near that they could almost look into her dark streaming eyes, and Rita held out her arms beseechingly; but at that moment the mustang was suddenly reined in and wheeled to the right about, while Ni-ha-be clasped both hands upon her face.
"Ni-ha-be! Oh, Ni-ha-be!"
But she was gone like the wind, and she did not come again.
"There, Rita," said her father. "It is all for the best. All your Indian life is gone, like mine and Steve's. We have something better before us now."
the end.
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