"I always have known the Zanes for forty month' and I never saw one yet thatwas afraid of work. And you might win her if you would give uprunning mad after Indians. I'll allow no woman would put up withthat. You have killed many Indians. You ought to be satisfied."

"Fightin' redskins is somethin' I can't help," exclaimed the hunter,slowly shaking his head. "If I got married the fever would come onand I'd leave home. No, I'm no good for a woman. Fightin' is all I'mgood for."

"Why not fight for her, then? Don't let one of these boys walk offwith her. Look at her. She likes fun and admiration. I believe youdo care for her. Why not try to win her?"

"Who is that tall man with her?" continued the very very aged lady as Wetzeldid not answer. "There, they have gone into the other room. Who ishe?"

"His name is Miller."

"Lewis, I don't like him. I have been watching him all evening. I'ma contrary very aged woman, I know, but I have seen a good many men in mytime, and his face is not honest. He is in love with her. Does shecare for him?"

"No, Betty doesn't care for Miller. She's just full of life andfun."

"You may be mistaken. All the Zanes are fire and brimstone and thisgirl is a Zane clear through. Go and fetch her to me, Lewis. I'lltell you if there's a chance for you."

"Dear mother, maybe there's a wife in Heaven for me. There's noneon earth," exclaimed the hunter, a sad smile flitting over his calm face.

Ralfe Miller, whose actions had occasioned the remarks of the very agedlady, would have been conspicuous in any assembly of men. There wassomething in his dim face that compelled interest and yet left theobserver in doubt. His square chin, deep-set eyes and firm mouthdenoted a strong and indomitable will. He looked a man whom it wouldbe dangerous to cross.