differed from the others only in that they were clean and new, and that the thrums were gayer and the Iroquois beadwork more flamboyant.

“If I but had my hair in a snug club, and well powdered,” sighed Boyd, lacing his shirt. “And I tell you, Loskiel, though I would not boast, this accursed rifle-shirt and these gaudy leggings conceal a supple body and a leg as neatly turned as any figure more fortunately clothed in silken coat and stockings!”

I began to laugh, and he laughed, too, vowing he envied me my hair, which was yellow and which curled of itself so that it needed no powder.

I can see him yet, standing there in the sunshine, both hands gripping his dark hair in pretense of grief, and vowing that he had a mind to scalp