tried to calm her thoughts and 

 face the new situation. 



She had no intention of marrying 

 Whiteleg, but she had no alter- 

 native if he wanted to marry her, 

 for in the minds of every one but 

 Wah-pu-ta, Whiteleg and herself, 

 she was already his wife. 



She had made a mistake in taking 

 for granted that Whiteleg would 

 feel at all times as she did. She had 

 made him too comfortable, had fitted 

 in too easily. In her gratitude for 

 what he had done and was to do for 

 her, she had tried to please him, and 

 she had succeeded too well. For- 

 tunately she still had three days before 

 the Dog Dance to change his mind. 



Her first opportunity soon came. 

 Whiteleg, who was getting very 

 drowsy, dropped his whip in the 

 road. Manita refused to pick it up 

 saying she was too tired, but agreed 

 to hold the reins while he got out. 

 Grumblingly he did so, and stumbled 

 back after the whip. He heard the 

 rumble of wheels when he stooped 

 to grasp it, and straightened himself 

 in time to see his wagon fading out 

 of sight down the road. He started 



