"There's been a lot of strangers yer, off and on." "Perhaps you'd like to go back and see them ?" "Do you want me to ?" Lance's reply was a kiss.

Nevertheless he was vaguely uneasy.

"Looks a little as if I were running away, don't it ?" he suggested.
"No," said Flip; "they think you're only a squaw; it's me they're after." Lance smarted a little at this infelicitous speech.

A strange and irritating sensation had been creeping over him--it was his first experience of shame and remorse.

"I reckon I'll go back and see," he said, rising abruptly.
Flip was silent.