McLean now felt that there was not a man in it who was not trustworthy.
They all had heard of the Angel's plucky ride for Freckles' relief; several of them had been in the rescue party.

Others, new since that time, had heard the tale rehearsed in its every aspect around the smudge-fires at night.

Almost all of them knew the Angel by sight from her trips with the Bird Woman to their leases.

They all knew her father, her position, and the luxuries of her home.

Whatever course she had chosen with them they scarcely would have resented it, but the Angel never had been known to choose a course.