Shefford related the incident which had occurred at Red Lake and that now seemed again to come forward fatefully.
“You insinuate he had evil intent toward the Indian girl?” queried Kane.
“I insinuate nothing. I merely state what led to my acting as I did.”
“Principles of religion, sir?”
“No. A man's principles.”
Withers interposed in his blunt way, “Bishop, did you ever see Glen Naspa?”
“No.”
“She's the prettiest Navajo in the country. Willetts was after her, that's all.”
“My dear man, I can't believe that of a Christian missionary. We've known Willetts for years. He's a man of influence. He has money back of him. He's doing a good work. You hint of a love relation.”
“No, I don't hint,” replied Withers, impatiently. “I know. It's not the first time I've known a missionary to do this sort of thing. Nor is it the first time for Willetts. Bishop Kane, I live among the Indians. I see a lot I never speak of. My work is to trade with the Indians, that's all. But I'll not have Willetts or any other damned hypocrite run down my friend here. John Shefford is the finest young man that ever came to me in the desert. And he's got to be put right before you all or I'll not set foot in Stonebridge again.... Willetts was after Glen Naspa. Shefford punched him. And later threw him out of the old Indian's hogan up on the mountain. That explains Willetts's enmity. He was after the girl.”