"No," quickly, "not even to keep another from suffering."
The girl shifted restlessly, repressedly.
"But supposing one's acknowledging the lie and living the truth makes one, according to the world, bad. Would that make any difference, How?"
The Indian did not stir, merely lay there looking at her with his steady eyes.
"There are some things one has to decide for one's self," he said. "I think this is one of them."
Again the arms beneath the girl's head shifted unconsciously.
"Others judge us after we do decide, though," she objected.
"What they think doesn't count. We're good or bad, as we're honest with ourselves or not."
"You think that, really?"
"I know it, Bess. There's no room for doubt."