She saw the man dash up and glance hurriedly about him.

It was evident that her fall had attracted his attention, and that he had run to the tree, hoping to catch some one.

Gazing at him through the bushes, the girl decided that he must be an Indian.

She gazed at him long and earnestly, forgetting for the moment her own precarious position.
Then the boys came.

The half-breed stood scowling after them as they hurried away.