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Banty's delight at having his comrade back from danger knew no bounds, and when The Eena appeared Banty flung an arm about Con's shoulders, exclaiming: "Isn't this old chap a splendid King Georgeman, Eena?" The old hunter replied with much self-satisfaction: "Maybe now you not think old Indian saying so queer.
At the ranch house door they were greeted by Banty's parents and a couple of range riders, and Eena, who, Indian-like, never revealed the fact by word or look that he had observed the patent leather shoes, and the wonderful high collar; who, also Indian-like, in spite of these drawbacks, liked the stranger without cause, a peculiar instinct of liking that came when the young King Georgeman shook hands with him, a wholesome British "shake" that engendered confidence.
The King Georgeman "So the little King Georgeman comes to-morrow, eh, Tillicum?" asked the old Lillooet hunter.
The pink King Georgeman looked puzzled. "He means he doesn't understand what 'bally' is," explained Banty. Con laughed. "Tell him that I'm 'bally, in these clothes; he'll grasp then what a fearful thing 'bally' means." It was that remark, "poking fun" at his own appearance, that thoroughly won Banty's loyalty to his cousin from over seas.
A chap that could openly laugh and jeer at his own peculiarities must surely be a good sort, so forthwith Banty pitched in heart and soul to arrange all kinds of excursions and adventures, and The Eena planned and suggested, until it seemed that all the weeks stretching out into the holiday months were to be one long round of sport and pleasure in honor of the lanky King Georgeman, who was so anxious to fall easily into the ways of the West.
Ever see patent leather shoes, Eena?" asked Banty, with some disgust. "I don't know, me. I think not," replied The Eena. "You're lucky," went on Banty. "But my cousin's sure to wear them, and they're spoil-sport things, I can tell you! No salmon fishing, no mountaineering, no hunting while they're around. But, Eena, why do you call my cousin a King Georgeman?"
"It is the Chinook for what you call an Englishman," replied the Indian. "Why, what a dandy idea!" exclaimed the boy. "I think I shall like my cousin better because of that Chinook term. I can even go the patent leather shoes; I believe I'd almost wear them myself to be called a King Georgeman." "King Georgeman all good sport, all same fine fellows, learn Indian ways quick."
Clark had led Con indoors, the Indian turned to Banty and remarked quietly, "You're right some ways; he wants tea, and the sun shines in his shoes, but he good King Georgeman all same, I know, me." "Guess you're right, Eena," said Banty. "There's something about him that's fine, just fine and simple and English." The Indian nodded and he made but one more comment. "He brave," he muttered.
"King Georgeman, you come with me to-morrow, me fish, or hunt?" asked the Indian, his solemn eyes regarding Con kindly. Banty explained the term "King Georgeman." "Indeed I will, if you'll have me!" exclaimed Con, excitedly. "I've bought some decent clothes, and will look fitter in them than I do in these togs. Don't I look bally in them?" "I not sabe 'bally, me," answered the Indian.
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