"And after supper we're to go over to the Kootenai camp. Say! what is the meaning of that name, anyway? You know all their jargons up here; do you know that, too?" "Nobody does, I reckon; there are lots of theories flying around. The generally accepted one is that they were called the '_Court Nez_' by the French trappers long ago, and that Kootenai is the result, after generations of Indian pronunciation. They named the '_Nez Perces_,' too--the 'pierced noses,' you know; but that name has kept its meaning better. You'll find the trail of the French all through the Indian tribes up here." "Think that was a Frenchwoman in the river back there? You said she was white." "Yes, I did. But it's generally the Frenchmen you find among the reds, and not the women; though I do know some square white women across the line who have married educated Indians." "But they are generally a lazy, shiftless set?" The tone was half inquiring, and Overton grimaced and smiled. "They are not behind the rest, when it comes to a fight," he answered. "And as to lazy--well, there are several colors of people who are that, under some circumstances. I have an Indian friend across in the States, who made eight thousand dollars in a cattle deal last year, and didn't sell out, either. Now, when you and I can do as well on capital we've earned ourselves, then maybe we'll have a right to criticise some of the rest for indolence. But you can't do much to improve Indians, or any one else, by penning them up in so many square miles and bribing them to be good. The Indian cattleman I speak of kept clear of the reservation, and after drifting around for a while, settled down to the most natural civilized calling possible to an Indian--stock-raising. Dig in the ground? No; they won't do much of that, just at first. But I've eaten some pretty good garden truck they've raised." Lyster whistled and arched his handsome brows significantly. "So your sympathies run in that direction, do they? Is there a Kootenai Pocahontas somewhere in the wilderness accountable for your ideas? That is about the only ground I could excuse you on, for I think they are beastly, except in pictures." They had reached a gathering of men who were seated at a table in the open air--some long boards laid on trestles. Overton and his friend were called to seats at the head of the table, where the "boss" of the construction gang sat. The rough pleasantries of the men, and the way they made room for him, showed that the big bronzed ranger was a favorite visitor along the "works." They looked with some curiosity at his more finely garbed companion, but he returned their regard with a good deal of careless audacity, and won their liking by his independence. But in the midst of the social studies he was making of them, he heard Overton say: "And you have not heard of a white girl in this vicinity?"