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"But does any one think they will believe that?" said Aglootook with something of scorn in his looks and tone. "Will the Fire-spouters not accept the girl and roast Cheenbuk, and then meet us with their spouters and kill many of us, even though we should beat them at last?" "It is my opinion there is something in that," remarked Mangivik.
"Will this young man, this Cheenbuk, be willing, do you think, to leave her in the lodges of her people and give her up altogether?" he asked, with a somewhat doubtful look. "If Adolay wishes to be given up, he will," replied the Eskimo confidently. "And you know him well?" "Very well. No one knows him better." Again the Indian was silent for some time.
You and I agree about many things. Tell me, what would you think of the fawn that would forsake its dam?" Cheenbuk was puzzled, but replied that he thought there must be something the matter with it something wrong. "I will tell you a story," continued the Indian, "and it is true. It did not come into my head. I did not dream it.
The Indian took up the discarded pipe, and for the first time displayed a few wrinkles about the corners of his eyes as he put it between his lips. Presently Cheenbuk returned, somewhat paler than before, and sat down in silence with a look, as if of regret, at the skeleton-goose.
"And you will accompany us," said Cheenbuk, turning to the magician with a nod of approval. "When we go on an errand of peace we need our wisest men with us, men whose knowledge and experience will make the Fire-spouters think much of us, and men who don't like fighting." "Now, then," continued the Eskimo, turning again to the young men, "who will go?
"Yes," said Aglootook, putting on his most prophetic air. "Go on the track straight as we can go that is my advice, and we shall be quite sure to come to something." Cheenbuk acted on the advice.
"I think," returned the boy, regarding it attentively, "we might try it on Aglootook's nose. That wants cutting short, and rubbing down too, for it seems very hard to look at it." Nazinred did not smile. He was slow to understand a joke. Perhaps he thought it a poor one, but Cheenbuk appreciated it, and met it with the suggestion that an axe might be more effective.
This is not the first time that we have hunted together." The boy said nothing, but regarded his friend with a look of gratified pride, while he grasped his spear more firmly. "Good," returned Gartok, in a resigned tone; "I will stand by to help if there is need." Nothing more was said, but Cheenbuk looked at Anteek and gave the brief order "Go!" The boy knew well what to do.
What if he treated her ill?" "I would hope never to meet with him face to face," replied Nazinred, with a frown and a nervous clenching of the fist that spoke volumes. "I have heard," continued Cheenbuk in a quiet way, "that the girl is very sad. She thinks much of her old home, and blames herself for having left it." "Good," said the Indian emphatically.
The process might have been trying to some women, but Nootka did not mind. Like many young damsels, she was fond of admiration, and could stand a good deal of it, no matter how peculiar the mode in which it was expressed. "I don't care to go," said Adolay, with a sigh. Cheenbuk did not repeat the invitation or press for a reason. He was a considerate as well as a gallant youth.
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