suggestion。　　Seizing　it　and　Low　at　the　same　moment；　he　playfully
  forced　him　down　again　in　his　chair。
  〃Ah；　you　rascal！〃　he　said；　with　infinite　archness；　〃that's　your
  game；　is　it？　　You　want　to　trap　poor　Father　Wynn。　　You　want　to
  make　him　say　'No。'　　You　want　to　tempt　him　to　commit　himself。　　No；
  sir！never；　sir！no；　no！〃
  Firmly　convinced　that　the　present　was　Nellie's；　and　that　her
  father　only　good…humoredly　guessed　it；　the　young　man's　simple；
  truthful　nature　was　embarrassed。　　He　longed　to　express　his
  gratitude；　but　feared　to　betray　the　young　girl's　trust。　　The
  Reverend　Mr。　Wynn　speedily　relieved　his　mind。
  〃No〃　he　continued；　bestriding　a　chair；　and　familiarly　confronting
  Low　over　its　back。　　〃No；　sirno！　　And　you　want　me　to　say　'No；'
  don't　you；　regarding　the　little　walks　of　Nellie　and　a　certain
  young　man　in　the　Carquinez　Woods？ha；　ha！　　You'd　like　me　to　say
  that　I　knew　nothing　of　the　botanizings；　and　the　herb　collectings；
  and　the　picknickings　therehe；　he！you　sly　dog！　　Perhaps　you'd
  like　to　tempt　Father　Wynn　further；　and　make　him　swear　he　knows
  nothing　of　his　daughter　disguising　herself　in　a　duster　and
  meeting　another　young　manisn't　it　another　young　man？all
  alone；　eh？　　Perhaps　you　want　poor　old　Father　Wynn　to　say　No。　　No；
  sir；　nothing　of　the　kind　ever　occurred。　　Ah；　you　young　rascal！〃
  Slightly　troubled；　in　spite　of　Wynn's　hearty　manner；　Low；　with
  his　usual　directness；　however；　said；　〃I　do　not　want　anyone　to
  deny　that　I　have　seen　Miss　Nellie。〃
  〃Certainly；　certainly；〃　said　Wynn；　abandoning　his　method；
  considerably　disconcerted　by　Low's　simplicity；　and　a　certain
  natural　reserve　that　shook　off　his　familiarity。　　〃Certainly　it's
  a　noble　thing　to　be　able　to　put　your　hand　on　your　heart　and　say
  to　the　world；　'Come　on；　all　of　you！　　Observe　me；　I　have　nothing
  to　conceal。　　I　walk　with　Miss　Wynn　in　the　woods　as　her
  instructorher　teacher；　in　fact。　　We　cull　a　flower　here　and
  there；　we　pluck　an　herb　fresh　from　the　hands　of　the　Creator。　　We
  look；　so　to　speak；　from　Nature　to　Nature's　God。'　　Yes；　my　young
  friend；　we　should　be　the　first　to　repel　the　foul　calumny　that
  could　misinterpret　our　most　innocent　actions。〃
  〃Calumny？〃　repeated　Low；　starting　to　his　feet。　　〃What　calumny？〃
  〃My　friend；　my　noble　young　friend；　I　recognize　your　indignation。
  I　know　your　worth。　　When　I　said　to　Nellie；　my　only　child；　my
  perhaps　too　simple　offspringa　mere　wildflower　like　yourself
  when　I　said　to　her；　'Go；　my　child；　walk　in　the　woods　with　this
  young　man；　hand　in　hand。　　Let　him　instruct　you　from　the　humblest
  roots；　for　he　has　trodden　in　the　ways　of　the　Almighty。　　Gather
  wisdom　from　his　lips；　and　knowledge　from　his　simple　woodman's
  craft。　　Make；　in　fact；　a　collection　not　only　of　herbs；　but　of
  moral　axioms　and　experience'I　knew　I　could　trust　you；　and；
  trusting　you；　my　young　friend；　I　felt　I　could　trust　the　world。
  Perhaps　I　was　weak；　foolish。　　But　I　thought　only　of　her　welfare。
  I　even　recall　how　that　to　preserve　the　purity　of　her　garments；　I
  bade　her　don　a　simple　duster；　that；　to　secure　her　from　the
  trifling　companionship　of　others；　I　bade　her　keep　her　own
  counsel；　and　seek　you　at　seasons　known　but　to　yourselves。〃
  〃But　。　。　。　did　Nellie　。　。　。　understand　you？〃　interrupted　Low
  hastily。
  〃I　see　you　read　her　simple　nature。　　Understand　me？　　No；　not　at
  first！　　Her　maidenly　instinctperhaps　her　duty　to　anothertook
  the　alarm。　　I　remember　her　words。　　'But　what　will　Dunn　say？'　she
  asked。　　'Will　he　not　be　jealous？'〃
  〃Dunn！　jealous！　　I　don't　understand；〃　said　Low；　fixing　his　eyes
  on　Wynn。
  〃That's　just　what　I　said　to　Nellie。　　'Jealous！'　I　said。　　'What；
  Dunn；　your　affianced　husband；　jealous　of　a　mere　frienda
  teacher；　a　guide；　a　philosopher。　　It　is　impossible。'　　Well；　sir；
  she　was　right。　　He　is　jealous。　　And；　more　than　that；　he　has
  imparted　his　jealousy　to　others！　　In　other　words；　he　has　made　a
  scandal！〃
  Low's　eyes　flashed。　　〃Where　is　your　daughter　now？〃　he　said　sternly。
  〃At　present　in　bed；　suffering　from　a　nervous　attack　brought　on　by
  these　unjust　suspicions。　　She　appreciates　your　anxiety；　and；
  knowing　that　you　could　not　see　her；　told　me　to　give　you　this。〃
  He　handed　Low　the　ring　and　the　letter。
  The　climax　had　been　forced；　and；　it　must　be　confessed；　was　by　no
  means　the　one　Mr。　Wynn　had　fully　arranged　in　his　own　inner
  consciousness。　　He　had　intended　to　take　an　ostentatious　leave　of
  Low　in　the　bar…room；　deliver　the　letter　with　archness；　and　escape
  before　a　possible　explosion。　　He　consequently　backed　towards　the
  door　for　an　emergency。　　But　he　was　again　at　fault。　　That
  unaffected　stoical　fortitude　in　acute　suffering；　which　was　the
  one　remaining　pride　and　glory　of　Low's　race；　was　yet　to　be
  revealed　to　Wynn's　civilized　eyes。
  The　young　man　took　the　letter；　and　read　it　without　changing　a
  muscle；　folded　the　ring　in　it；　and　dropped　it　into　his　haversack。
  Then　he　picked　up　his　blanket；　threw　it　over　his　shoulder；　took
  his　trusty　rifle　in　his　hand；　and　turned　towards　Wynn　as　if
  coldly　surprised　that　he　was　still　standing　there。
  〃Are　youare　yougoing？〃　stammered　Wynn。
  〃Are　you　NOT？〃　replied　Low　dryly；　leaning　on　his　rifle　for　a
  moment　as　if　waiting　for　Wynn　to　precede　him。　　The　preacher
  looked　at　him　a　moment；　mumbled　something；　and　then　shambled
  feebly　and　ineffectively　down　the　staircase　before　Low；　with　a
  painful　suggestion　to　the　ordinary　observer　of　being　occasionally
  urged　thereto　by　the　moccasin　of　the　young　man　behind　him。
  On　reaching　the　lower　hall；　however；　he　endeavored　to　create　a
  diversion　in　his　favor　by　dashing　into　the　bar…room　and　clapping
  the　occupants　on　the　back　with　indiscriminate　playfulness。　　But
  here　again　he　seemed　to　be　disappointed。　　To　his　great
  discomfiture；　a　large　man　not　only　returned　his　salutation　with
  powerful　levity；　but　with　equal　playfulness　seized　him　in　his
  arms；　and　after　an　ingenious　simulation　of　depositing　him　in　the
  horse…trough　set　him　down　in　affected　amazement。　　〃Bleth't　if　I
  didn't　think　from　the　weight　of　your　hand　it　wath　my　old　friend；
  Thacramento　Bill；〃　said　Curson　apologetically；　with　a　wink　at　the
  bystanders。　　〃That'th　the　way　Bill　alwayth　uthed　to　tackle　hith
  friendth；　till　he　wath　one　day　bounthed　by　a　prithe…fighter　in
  Frithco；　whom　he　had　mithtaken　for　a　mithionary。〃　　As　Mr。
  Curson's　reputation　was　of　a　quality　that　made　any　form　of
  apology　from　him　instantly　acceptable；　the　amused　spectators　made
  way　for　him　as；　recognizing　Low；　who　was　just　leaving　the　hotel；
  he　turned　coolly　from　them　and　walked　towards　him。
  〃Halloo！〃　he　said；　extending　his　hand。　　〃You're　the　man　I'm
  waiting　for。　　Did　you　get　a　book　from　the　exthpreth　offithe　latht
  night？〃
  〃I　did。　　Why？〃
  〃It'th　all　right。　　Ath　I'm　rethponthible　for　it；　I　only　wanted　to
  know。〃
  〃Did　YOU　send　it？〃　asked　Low；　quickly　fixing　his　eyes　on　his
  face。
  〃Well；　not　exactly　ME。　　But　it'th　not　worth　making　a　mythtery　of
  it。　　Teretha　gave　me　a　commithion　to　buy　it　and　thend　it　to　you
  anonymouthly。　　That'th　a　woman'th　nonthenth；　for　how　could　thee
  get　a　retheipt　for　it？〃
  〃Then　it　was　HER　present；〃　said　Low　gloomily。
  〃Of　courthe。　　It　wathn't　mine；　my　boy。　　I'd　have　thent　you　a
  Tharp'th　rifle　in　plathe　of　that　muthle　loader　you　carry；　or
  thomething　thenthible。　　But；　I　thay！　what'th　up？　　You　look　ath　if
  you　had　been　running　all　night。〃
  Low　grasped　his　hand。　　〃Thank　you；〃　he　said　hurriedly；　〃but　it's
  nothing。　　Only　I　must　be　back　to　the　woods　early。　　Good…by。〃
  But　Curson　retained　Low's　hand　in　his　own　powerful　grip。
  〃I'll　go　with　you　a　bit　further；〃　he　said。　　〃In　fact；　I've　got
  thomething　to　thay　to　you；　only　don't　be　in　thuch　a　hurry；　the
  woodth　can　wait　till　you　get　there。〃　　Quietly　compelling　Low　to
  alter　his　own　characteristic　Indian　stride　to　keep　pace　with　his；
  he　went　on：　〃I　don't　mind　thaying　I　rather　cottoned　to　you　from
  the　time　you　acted　like　a　white　manno　offentheto　Teretha。
  She　thayth　you　were　left　when　a　child　lying　round；　jutht　ath
  promithcuouthly　ath　she　wath；　and　if　I　can　do　anything　towardth
  putting　you　on　the　trail　of　your　people；　I'll　do　it。　　I　know
  thome　of　the　voyageurth　who　traded　with　the　Cherokeeth；　and　your
  father　wath　one…wathn't　he？〃　　He　glanced　at　Low's　utterly
  abstracted　and　immobile　face。　　〃I　thay；　you　don't　theem　to　take　a
  hand　in　thith　game；　pardner。　　What'th　the　row？　　Ith　anything
  wrong　over　there？〃　and　he　pointed　to　the　Carquinez　Woods；　which
  were　just　looming　out　of　the　morning　horizon　in　the　distance。
  Low　stopped。　　The　last　words　of　his　companion　seemed　to　recall
  him　to　himself。　　He　raised　his　eyes　automatically　to　the　woods
  and　started。
  〃There　IS　something　wrong　over　there；〃　he　said　breathlessly。
  〃Look！〃
  〃I　thee　nothing；〃　said　Curson；　beginning　to　doubt　Low's　sanity；
  〃nothing　more　than　I　thaw　an　hour　ago。〃
  〃Look　again。　　Don't　you　see　that　smoke　rising　straight　up？　　It
  isn't　blown　over　there　from　the　Divide；　it's　new　smoke！　　The　fire
  is　in　the　woods！〃
  〃I　reckon　that'th　so；〃　muttered　Curson；　shading　his　eyes　with　his
  hand。　　〃But；　hullo！　wait　a　minute！　　We'll　get　hortheth。　　I　say！〃
  he　shouted；　forgetting　his　lisp　in　his　excitement〃stop！〃　　But
  Low　had　already　lowered　his　head　and　darted　forward　like　an　arrow。
  In　a　few　moments　he　had　left　not　only　his　companion　but　the　last
  straggli