Therefore, since white men and women were absolutely necessary.

Why keep a bunch of Indians around eating up profits?
The manager had sense on his side, of course.

Other companies were making Indian pictures occasionally with not a real Indian within miles of the camera, but Luck Lindsay groaned inwardly, and cursed the necessity of economizing.

For Luck had one idol, and that idol was realism.

When the scenario called for twenty or thirty Indians, Luck wanted _Indians_,--real, smoke-tanned, blanketed bucks and squaws and papooses; not made-up whites who looked like animated signs for cigar stores and acted like,--well, never mind what Luck said they acted like.
"I can take the Injuns back," he conceded, "and worry along somehow without them.