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"And where did the hunters come from?" asked Rob. "I dinno. Maybe so Eagle Harbor, maybe so Old Harbor." "Which way is Old Harbor, Skookie?" asked Rob, suddenly. The lad pointed back across the mountains, beyond the bay, and beyond their camp on the farther side. "Plenty far," he said. "Then which way is Eagle Harbor I suppose you mean a native village." "Eagle Harbor dis way."
Skookie did not say anything, but once in a while cast an anxious eye toward the head of the bay. "Is it all right, Skookie?" asked Rob. "I dinno," answered Skookie, and bent again to his oar. "So long as the sea doesn't break," said Rob, "we can ride these rollers all right. It's when she goes white that you want to look out." Perhaps this was precisely what Skookie had feared.
And Skookie pointed across the head of the pass toward which they were travelling up the valley. "How far?" demanded Rob. "I dinno," answered Skookie; "plenty miles, maybe so. My peoples live Old Harbor." Rob studied for a moment. "I'll bet that if we kept on," said he, "until we came to the top of this divide, we'd find the head of a river running down the other way.
Before them stretched a wilderness of upstanding mountain peaks into which there wound the narrow end of a new valley, widening but slightly so far as their eyes could trace it. "Eagle Harbor that way, Skookie?" asked Rob, leaning on his rifle and looking out over the wild sea which lay before him. "I dinno," said Skookie. "How far do you think it is?" "I dinno."
"This is the way of it," said Judy, "an' it's aisy to undhershtan' ... thin agin I dinno as it's so aisy ... but annyway she was a sisther in a convent out west, an' widout lave or license they put her out, bekase she wudn't do what the head wan ordhered her to do.
'God forgive ye, Anne Dillon, says I to meself, 'but ye might betther spind yer money an' never let an. She med quite free wid him, an' he talked back like a father, an' blessed us twinty times. I dinno how I wint in or how I kem out.
But Anne Dillon can on'y shut her eyes, an' dhrop her head whin ye ask her a single question about it. Faith, I dinno if she'll ever get over it. Isn't that quare now?" "Very," Arthur answered, "but give her time. So you saw the Pope?" "Faith, I did, an' it surprised me a gra'dale to find out that he was a dago, God forgi' me for sayin' as much.
"I dinno; we'll see when we fetch her." "Shall we go on her, Mr Button?" asked Emmeline. "Ay will we, honey." Emmeline bent down, and fetching her parcel from under the seat, held it in her lap. As they drew nearer, the outlines of the ship became more apparent. She was a small brig, with stump topmasts, from the spars a few rags of canvas fluttered.
She talked it over with her mother. "Sure, I like him," said Katy. "He's more politeness than twinty candidates for Alderman, and lie makes me feel like a queen whin he walks at me side. But what is he, I dinno? I've me suspicions. The marnin'll coom whin he'll throt out the picture av his baronial halls and ax to have the week's rint hung up in the ice chist along wid all the rist of 'em."
And we've seen no signs of hunting here anywhere." Skookie went on to explain. "S'pose my peoples hunt. Kill big bear. Some mans take hide, some mans take meat, some mans take head. Dis head not good for eat, but very much heavy. Some mans get tired, lay it down here; maybe so birds eat-um all up but bone." "But how long ago did all this happen, Skookie?" asked John. "I dinno."
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