"Can't you dye your hair?"
"Not till we get to the settlements. There are no barbers among the Apaches."
"How will we ever get her away, Murray?"
"Oh, my girl! My poor, dear little girl! I dare not think about my wife. No wonder my hair is white. Steve, I must not let her live and die among these wild people. They have been kind to her, she says; and I do not hate them so much now I know that, but she shall not be an Indian."
He was getting feverishly excited, and Steve replied,
"Now, Murray, of course we will get her away. Haven't you some plan?"
"Only to draw the whole band nearer the frontier, or nearer to some fort or other."
"That's good. We should have a shorter distance to run, if we should escape."
"Now, Steve, I'm all upset and unstrung. That's the reason I came in here. I've got to get my wits about me again, or I can't plan anything."
"Sit down and read."