"I don't know. All I know is he'll bear watchin'."

"My gracious, Lew Wetzel!" exclaimed Morgan as her brother and thehunter rejoined the others. "Have you come all the way over herewithout a gun? And you have on a new suit of buckskin."

Lewis stood a moment by Betty, gazing down at her with his slightsmile. He looked exceedingly well. His face was not yet bronzed bysummer suns. His long white hair, of which he was as proud as awoman could have been, and of which he took as much care as he didof his rifle, waved over his shoulders.

"Betty, this is my birthday, but that ain't the reason I've got myfine feathers on. I'm goin' to try and make an impression on you,"replied Lewis, smiling.

"I declare, this is very sudden. But you have succeeded. Who madethe suit? And where did you get all that beautiful fringe and thosebeautiful beads?"

"That stuff I picked up round an Injun camp. The suit I mademyself."

"I think, Lewis, I must get you to help me make my very quite recent gown," exclaimedBetty, roguishly.

"Well, I must be getting' back," said Wetzel, rising.

"0h, don't go yet. You have not talked to me at all," exclaimed Bettypetulantly. She strode to the gate with him.

"What can an Injun hunter say to amuse the belle of the border?"