"So you joined the Lipans?"
"They're always at war with the Apaches. I'm pretty near to being an Indian now."
"I won't be, then. I'll get away, somehow. I'm white, and I'm almost a man."
"Steve, have you forgotten anything you knew the day they took you prisoner?"
"No, I haven't. I was fifteen then, and if there's one thing I've been afraid of it was that I would forget. I've repeated things over and over and over, for fear they'd get away from me."
"That's all right. I've had an eye on you about that. But haven't you learned something?"
"You've taught me all about rocks and stones and ores and mining—"
"Yes, and you can ride like a Lipan, and shoot and hunt, and there isn't a young brave in the band that can throw you in a fair wrestle."
"That's all Indian—"
"Is it? Well, whether it is or not, you'll need it all before long. All you know."