he shot both them robbers, him still laying there on his back--"

"No, honey, I got up about that time."

"Brick, you told me you was still laying there on your back just as
you fell."

"Did I, honey, well, I reckon I was, then, for when I told you about
it, it was more recent."

"It's awful interesting," the trapper remarked dryly.

"Yes, ain't it!" Lahoma glowed. "Then father jumped on one horse
with me, and Brick put out on another, and when I woke up, the
Indians were all everywhere, but Brick come here and lived all alone
and nearly died because he didn't have me to comfort him. So the
Indians took me and they killed father, and for two years I was
moved from village to village till Red Feather brought me to Brick.
And then we found out we are cousins and he is going to civilize me.
Brick, he remembers about a cousin of his, Cousin Martha Willock,
her sister went driving out to the Oklahoma country with her husband
and little girl and wasn't never heard of. I am the little girl,
all right, and Brick he's my second cousin. And wasn't it lucky
Brick was riding around that night, looking at the country, when
they was about to put daylight into me?"

"I'd think," remarked the trapper, "that he'd take you back to your
Cousin Martha, for men-folks like him and me aren't placed to take
care of women-folks."