chief, too. I own this corner of the universe--and I want to know
about that girl's daddy."

"Him great man."

"Well--go ahead; tell the rest of it."

"Him settle among my tribe; him never leave our country. 'Big
country, fat country, very rich. Him change name--everything; him
one of us. Marry my daughter. THAT girl not his daughter--daughter
of dead woman. Keep her away from him all time, so him never see
white man, white woman, white child, forget white people, be good
Indian. The girl make him think of dead woman. When a man marry
again, not good to remember dead woman. Him think girl dead, but
no care, no worry, no sad. SHE never his daughter--dead woman's
daughter. All his path is white, no more blue. Him very glad,
every day--my daughter his wife. She keep scalp-knife from his
head. My braves capture--they dance about fire, she say 'No.' She
marry him. Their path is white; the sky over them is white."

He rose, straight as an arrow, and turned his grim face toward the
horse.

"I see. And you don't want to tell me where he is, because you want
him to forget he is a white man?"

"Him always live with my people; him marry my daughter."

"Tell me this; is he far away?"