alive. Did he tell you about it?"

"He told me about you. How you------"

"Had to strike you in the face? It seems dreadful, doesn't it? But I had
to or you would have drowned both of us. You'll forgive that, won't
you?"

"Forgive?" murmured Bauer.

"Because you see the Little Colorado is one of the most treacherous
streams in the world. It's full of sink holes and they make eddies and
whirlpools and when it's in flood as that day, it's carrying down all
sorts of drift stuff and you are liable to get hit and pulled down.
Well, Mr. Clifford went clear under twice, carried down by getting
caught between the fork branch of an old water log. All the time he was
pulling at Tracker and cutting away with his knife at the harness. If he
hadn't cut the harness just in time, I couldn't have got you out, for
you were caught around the feet with the lines. I suppose you got
tangled in them when you fell over. We had a serious time getting Mr.
Clifford back to consciousness. So if you are going to thank anyone it
is Mr. Clifford who deserves most of it. I simply towed you to the bank
after he had cut you loose."

"Then I owe my life to both of you. That makes you doubly my friends.
You do not know how much it means to me."

"Consider everything said," interrupted Miss Gray with a cheery tone,
"and of course you will excuse me for pulling your hair?"

"Pulling my hair," murmured Bauer.

"It couldn't be helped. Say no more. Oh, I want to tell you how lucky
you are a German. I run across some hard places in Goethe's Hermann und
Dorothea. Will you help me out with the translation?"

"Indeed I will, Miss Gray."

"You will have to do it in payment for saving you," she said lightly.
And then with a change of manner--"How little we know the real value of
life. Of any life. Now, that little girl Ansa. Come, Ansa, come here a
minute."

Ansa, a six year old, came at once and stood by Miss Gray, looking up at
her out of the blackest eyes. The American turned the little Indian face
towards Bauer. "Look!" she said passionately. "Look at one of my beloved
ones! Is she not entitled to a full womanhood redeemed and developed by
Christ? Has any living being a right to deny her that boon? Can America
call itself Christian and go on refusing the water of life to these lost
lambs of the desert?"

She seemed to forget Bauer's presence as she swept her arms about the
child and enveloped it in a comprehensive enfolding of salvation as if
by