Mohave County miner and our mineral wealth., 1922-08-11
" "Who is that?" he asked,

has much power over our young men,
 An armful of pine fagOts was tossed on the blaze, and in whiter leap of light he saw the face of woman at the other tent-saw her face and for a moment met her eyes before she shrank back-and neither face nor eyes belonged to an Indian. Startled he caught his mother by the wrist and all but cried out:
 And that?" The old woman hesi. tated and scowled:
 "A paleface. KahtOO bought her and adopted her but"-the old woman gave little guttural chuck of tri. umph-"she dies tomorrow. Kahtoc will burn her."
 "Burn her?' burst out the boy.
 ''The palefaces have killed many of Kahtoo's kin!"
 A little later when he was passing near the white woman's tent a girl sat In front of it pounding corn in a mor- tar. She looked up at him and. star ing, smiled. She had the skin of the half-breed, and he stopped. startled by that fact and her beauty-and went quickly on. At old Kahtoo's lodge he could not help turning to look at her again. and this time she rose quickly and slipped within the tent. He turned to find his foster-mother watching him.
 "Who is that girlY' The old woman looked displeased.
 Daughter of the white woman"
 Docs she know?"
 "Neither knows"
 What Is her name?"
 Early MOrn."
 Early Morn and daughter of the white woman-he would like to know more of those two, and he half turned, but the old Indian woman caught him by the arm:
 i Do not go, there-you / will only make'more trouble" '
 He followed the flash of her eyes to the edge of the firelight where a young Indian stood watching and scowling:
 "Who is that?'
 "Black Wolf, son of Crooked Light ming"
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 Within the old chief called faintly and the Indian woman motioned the lad to go within. The old mans dim eyes had a new fire.
 Talk" he commanded, and mo- toned to the ground, but the lad did not squat Indian fashion, but stood straight with arms folded, and the chief knew that conflict was coming. Narrowly he watched White Arrows face and bearing-uneasily felt the strange new power of him.
 "I have been with my own people," said the lad simply, "the palefaces who have come over the big moun- tains, on and on almost to the big Wa ters. l found my kin. They are many and strong and rich. They, too, were kind to me. I came because you had been kind and because you were sick and because you had sent for me, and to keep my word.
 nave SVVh SIoohCu E. HIS heart is bad. I have seen the new prophet. I do not like him. And l have seen the white woman that you are to burn tomorrow" The lad stopped. His every word had been of defense or indictment and more than once the old chiefs eyes shifted un- easily.
 The dauntless mien of the boy. his steady eyes, and his bold truthfulness, pleased the old man. The lad must take his place as chief. Now White Arrow turned questioner:
 q told you I would come when the leaves fell and I am here. Why is Crooked Lightning here? Why is the neW prophet? Who is the woman? What has she done that she must die? What is the peace talk you wish me to carry nOrth?"
 The old man hesitated long with closed eyes. When he opened them the fire was gone and they were dim again.
 '1'he story of the prophet and Crooked Lightning is too long," he said wearily. "I will tell tomorrow. The woman must die because her people have slain mine. Besides, she is growing blind and is a trouble. You carry the white wampum to council. The Shawnees may join the British against our enemies-the palefaces."
 'T will wait" said the lad. 'T will carry the white wampum. If you war against the paleface on this side of the mountain-I am your enemy. If you war with the British against them all am your enemy. And the wom- an must not die"
 "I have spoken" said the old man.
 "1 have spoken" said the boy. He turned to lie down and went to sleep. The old man sat on, staring out at the stars.
 Just outside the tent figure slipped away as noiselessly as a snake. When it rose and emerged from the shadows the firelight showed the malignant, tri- umphant face of Crooked Lightning.