That Girl Montana

How it begins

“Well, by the help of either her red gods or devils, she can swim, anyway!” This explosive statement was made one June morning on the banks of the Kootenai, and the speaker, after a steady gaze, relinquished his field-glass to the man beside him. A grunt was the only reply given him. The silent watcher was too much interested in the scene across the water. Shouts came to them—the yells of frightened Indian children; and from the cone-shaped dwellings, up from the water, the Indian women were hurrying.