But," she added, with a sudden spasm of her old rage, "it's a lie; he's _not_ an Indian, no more than I am.

Not unless being born of a mother who scarcely knew him, of a father who never even saw him, and being brought up among white men and wild beasts less cruel than they were, could make him one!" Dunn looked at her in surprise not unmixed with admiration.

"If Nellie," he thought, "could but love _me_ like that!" But he only said: "For all that, he's an Injin.

Why, look at his name.

It ain't Low.