THREE:A long sunset shadow fell across his path, and he looked up. Felipa was walking beside a little white burro, and holding Mrs. Campbell's golden-curled baby upon its back. She carried her head superbly erect, and her step, because of the moccasins, was quite noiseless. The glow of the sunset shone in her unflinching eyes, and lost itself in the dull black mass of her hair. She studied his face calmly, with a perfectly impersonal approval.
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THREE:"I began to tell you," she resumed directly, "that Mr. Brewster was here, and that he informed me that my mother was a squaw and my father a drunken private."
THREE:"De veras?" asked Cairness, sharply. He was of no mind to lose her like this, when he was so near his end.
THREE:"That you take them to civilization—the missus and the kid. It's the only salvation for all three of you—for you as well as them."He handed it over also.