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 "How good it seems to hear you say that." Then she impulsively held out her hands saying: "I do care."

Robert, trembling from head to foot at the mad audacity of his act, bent down to taste from the calyx of that flower-face the sweet intoxication of the first kiss. The worried look had gone out of his face.

"So you will wait for me until I have made a name that will grace you! How brave of you to make me that promise. Cherokee are you all mine? Then there are only two more things required in this—the sanction of the State, and the blessing of God. May He keep a watch over both our lives."

"I pray that your wish be granted," she murmured, with a tender voice.

"Now, my little woman, be very careful of the people you meet. Unfortunately, one forgets sometimes when one is in danger. You are a woman, sweet, passionate and kind; just the favorite prey."

She looked at him intently, as if endeavoring to divine his underlying thoughts.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?"

He knew by the tremor in her voice she was hurt.

"I mean, dear, that lions are admitted into the fold because they are tame lions—look out for them."

The next moment he was gone.