(Squirrel enters, followed by Buffalo and Fountain)
 
Squir: Here they are Chief. I see Daisy has just completed an examination 
       of her own.
 
Chief: This is the volunteer, Fountain, shall I introduce you?
 
Fount: Oh, so there's going to be an introduction, is there? What made me
       think this was going to be a whirl-wind courtship?
 
Chief: Gushing Fountain, the Volunteer. The Volunteer, Gushing Fountain.
 
David: I anxiously await the ceremony, your highness. (kisses her hand) My
       name is Private David Davenport and I want you to know that the peace
       and good will that will develop between our people through our marriage
       is only secondary to me compared to the interesting and romantic
       relationship that is in store for us.
 
Fount: (to Squirrel) Did you tell him to say that?
 
David: Fountain, I spoke from my heart - not from a previously rehearsed 
       elocution that shades an alterior motive!
 
Squir: Isn't love wonderful? It's almost like magic.
 
Fount: (aside) It's true! He has been sent to me! And I must admit, I am not
       unmoved by the glorious spectacle of a man in uniform!
 
Chief: It's a match then! Shall we prepare for the wedding now? 
       No need to wait.
 
Squir: The sooner the better say I.
 
David: (as he exits with Buffalo and Fountain) Tell me Fountain is it true
       that you've developed a technique of taming wild horses just by 
       nagging them until they break? 

Fount: It's true!

David: How my heart bests!

Daisy: (to squirrel) The sooner the better, say you! Whose side are you on?
 
Squir: I'm sorry, my love. I was too happy over my good fortune to remember
       your delicate situation.
 
Daisy: (faking anger) I'm simply furious with you. You could at least show a
       little compassion for the heartbreak I'm experiencing. But no! You 
       jump for joy right before my eyes.
 
Squir: Oh, Daisy, I'm so sorry. I hope only you've learned never to fall in
       love with a man who possesses a strong sense of duty. Is there anything
       I can do to comfort you?
 
Daisy: Well, there is a little something that would grant me the tiniest 
       bit of pleasure in this, the moment of my grief.
 
Squir: Name it. It's yours.
 
Daisy: Your contract with Fountain gives you until tomorrow to provide her
       with a husband. Couldn't you use your authority as the tribal medicine
       man to find some way to postpone the wedding until tomorrow? That would
       give me another day to enjoy David as a free man... and to adjust my
       thinking... and to reconcile myself to my terrible loss.
 
Squir: Well, I'm not sure I can do that. It's cutting it terribly close.
 
Dairy: Oh, I ask so little and I get so little! I ask next-to-nothing and I
       get next-to-nothing! Why must you be so obliging? (fakes crying)
 
Squir: Oh, Daisy, please don't cry. Listen, you'll have to at least give me
       a minute to invent some reasonable explanation for exercising my
       authority - if I do so in the first place.
 
Daisy: (looking off) I'll give you that minute and no more. Look - 
       the ceremony is beginning. (leads Squirrel off)