She was passing behind the hedge 

 that encircled the missionary's gar- 

 den, and Mrs. Warwick's voice, 

 musically accompanied by running 

 water in the irrigation ditches that 

 redeemed the garden from the sur- 

 rounding waste, was saying to a 

 group of Agency people there as- 

 sembled for a lazy hour before 

 dinner: 



"Yes, the Indians are a queer peo- 

 ple, and they do not civilise easily. 

 The Government has to admit an- 

 other failure in the recent disband- 

 ment of the last Indian Regiment." 



Capt. Wilkins, newly installed in 

 command of the Crow Agency, for- 

 merly at the Cheyenne remarked 



"Oh, they are a good-for-nothing 

 lot, and hopelessly immoral." 



"Well, I cannot agree with you in 

 that," Mrs. Warwick replied, "or 

 at least when the divine influence of 

 religion is at work. Take the case of 

 Arabella Horsetail. The naughty 

 child in a moment of rebellion against 

 some petty correction, I suppose, 

 ran away from school. She doubtless 

 was seen and followed (or it mav 

 have been planned) by the dark- 



