Good Indian

ng in their stalls-except Huckleberry, the friendly little pinto with the white eyelashes and the blue eyes, and the great, liver-colored patches upon his sides, and th

ine manner, and chewed dreamily. Somewhere up the bluff a bobcat squalled among the rocks, and the moon, in its

ng in the open air before the earliest rose had opened buds in the sunny shelter of the porch. Three feet away, a sleeper stirred restlessly, lifted his he

our voice, you better drag your bed down into the

sleep!" mumbled Gene, snuggl

e like a sawmill. Darn it, you've got

rising weirdly to a subdued crescendo, clinging there until one'

elves to a sitting position, and st

rk, in a tone which con

h. He leaned far over and poked his finger into

he matter?" he demanded, rather i

anything-a fun

; rose slowly to a subdued shriek, clung there nerve-wrackingly, and then wailed mournfully down to silence. Af

temporarily from the horrors of purgatory. It's sent as a warning to repent you of yo

rstanding. He lay down and pulled the blanket over his shoulders,

of light quivering down among the trees. A frog cr

d on some clothes. The frog cut himself short in the middle of a deep-throated ARR-RR-UMPH and dove headlong into the pond; and the splash of his body cleav

home, I'm very much mistaken," he whispered to

ent, especially as a flitting white figure appeared briefly and indistinctly in a shadow-flecked

h the grove and the gate and across the road he followed, in doubt half the time whether it was worth the trouble. Still, if it was what he suspected, a lesson taught now

he promised grimly, as he jumped

with a slow, beckoning gesture. Without taking aim, he raised his gun and fired a shot at it. The arm dropped rather suddenly, and the white form vanished. He hurried up to wher

t sound farther along, and ran. There was no use

headlong, his feet tangled in some white stuff. He swore audibly, picked himself up, and held the cloth where the moon shone full upon it. It looked like a sheet, or something of the sort, and n

s he crawled through a fence into the orchard. "He's maki

t would double upon its trail and reach some previously chosen refuge. Grant turned and ran also toward the fence, guessing shrewdly that the fugitive would head for the place where the wire could be spread about, and a beaten trail led from there straigh

been winded from the chase. The figure reached the fence before him, and in the dim light he could see it stoop to pass through. Then it seemed as

ironically. "Ghosts have no business getting thei

ng cloth, and he held his captive upright, and with a merciless hand turned her face so that the moon

Grant began, in

self from his pitiless staring. Failing that, she beg

cried accusingly at last. "You

ich had rolled out from a stone-heap, and pulled her down beside him, still holding her

ou-from the chase you gave

t all!" She pushed up a sleeve, and held out her arm accusingly in the moonlight, disclosing a tiny, red furrow where the skin

it; an impulse which astonished him considerably, and angered him more. He dropped the arm r

ple," she scolded, seeing how close she could come to touching the pl

iddle of the night and go ahowling all over the ra

y you need concern yourself about it. I w

you DID do it for? Of a

look for an instant, then vanished, and left her a p

when the moon is just past the full, something white walks through the grove and wails like a lost soul in torment. He says sometimes it comes and moans at the corner of the house where my room is. I just know he was going to do it himself; but I guess he forgot. So I thought I'd see if he believed his own yarns. I was

if I came to Idaho," she reminded her

seemed quaintly out of place, and stared hard at her drooping profile. "You just got nicely missed;

, anyway. I've a perfect right to be a ghost if I choose-and I don't call it nice, or polite, or gentlemanly for you to chase me all over the place with a gun, trying to kill me! I'll never speak to you again as long as I live. When I say that I mean it. I never liked you from the very start, when I first saw you this afternoon. N

whole attitude changed, as well as his tone. "Aren't you afraid t

ance up into his face and the eyes t

he Indian," he went on steadily, "they usuall

turned slowly white before her t

ture-why, let him! But you don't ACT like other people! I don't know another man who wouldn't have been horrifi

bit of saying all

ing; and now, when one would expect you to be at least decently sorry, you-you-well, you a

ndian-because my mother was a half-breed." He threw up his head proudly, let his eyes rest for a moment upon the moon, swimming through a white river of clouds just over the tall pop

r maliciously. "So I'm sorry. I'm heartbroken. If it will help any, I'll even kiss

followed her, apparently unmoved by her attitude; placed his foot upon the lower wire and pressed it into the soft earth, lifted the one next above it as high as it would

nto place, she halted

u do, so long as you never speak to me again. Go and tell them if you want to-tell. TELL, do you hear? I don't want even the favor of your silence!" She dexterously tucked the

ew indistinct in the shade of the poplar hedge; watched it reappear in a broad strip of white moonlight

up against the star-flecked sky. Then he shook himself impatiently, muttered something which had to do with a "doddering fool," and retraced his step

ly. "We was just about ready to start out after the corpse, only we didn't know but what you migh

" said Grant shortly

ot at?" Clark joined in the argument f

sullenly. "There wasn't any

, with the frankness of a foster

" Grant crept between his blankets and snuggled down,

t it," Clark guessed shrewdly. "I wish now I'd taken the trouble to hunt the thing down; it didn't seem wor

ment without g

ourselves. We don't want to get the whole bunch down on us like they are on you-and if there was one acting up around here, we knew blamed well it was on your account for what happened to-day. I guess

SHUT UP!" Grant raised to an elbow,

ut up without even trailing off into mumbling to hims