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"White man find Seff dead by ribber. White man act funny, much 'fraid. Bimeby find babby gone. White man much mad." He paused, picked up his musket which he had laid aside, and examined the priming. "Did you see them?" Jean asked. "A-ha-ha. Sam see'm. White man no see Sam." "Are they coming this way?" "A-ha-ha." "Will you shoot them?" "Sam shoot bimeby, mebbe. White man no ketch babby."
"Is that all?" "A-ha-ha." "But you have an Indian name, have you not?" "Injun name long. Babby no spik Injun name." After Jean had finished her breakfast, she felt much refreshed. She washed herself at a little brook which babbled through the forest, and arranged as well as she could her tangled hair.
"Beeg ribber, Wu-las-tukw." "I never heard of that river. Where is it?" "Way off dere. Wat you call'm?" "The St. John?" "A-ha-ha. Injun call'm 'Wu-las-tukw, beeg ribber." "And you will take me there?" "Bimeby, mebbe. Sam know." They were seated near the fire during this conversation, and the Indian woman was busy with a deer-skin garment.
You get camp fixed up for the night, and keep the fire going." "A-ha-ha. Me feex t'ings, a'right." Leaving the Indian, Dane hurried away from the lake, descended into the valley, and climbed the hill on the opposite side. By the time he reached the height above the waterfront, the dusk had deepened into a weird darkness. Here he paused and looked down upon the strange scene below.
Jean smiled as she drew herself to her full height. "Don't you think I can do it in one sleep as well as you?" she bantered. "Why, I am strong now, almost like an Indian." "Babby no all sam' Injun yet," Sam reminded. "Bimeby, mebbe." "But will you go, Sam?" "A-ha-ha. Wan sleep, Sam go." "In the morning?" "Mebbe. Sam see." With this Jean had to be content.
Will you?" "A-ha-ha, bimeby, mebbe." "They are starving, too, Sam, so I want you to get something for them to eat. Will you go at once? Kitty and I will finish this lean-to." Sam, however, made no reply, but went on with his work. "You will go, won't you?" she pleaded. "They are King George's people, and were driven out of their own country. I know you will help them."
"Sam dere," and she motioned off toward the river. "Sam watch white man. Sam track'm all sam' bear. White man no see Sam." "What white man? Isn't he dead?" "A-ha-ha, Seth dead. More white man." "What, are there others?" "A-ha-ha. Bad! Ugh! Hunt babby. No find babby. White man mad." "Will they come here?" A new fear had now come into Jean's heart. So there were other men after her! Who were they?
"Do you mean muskrat?" "A-ha-ha. White man call'm 'Injun turkey. Good." "You are a great man, Sam. You saved my life, and now you are saving the lives of those poor people." "Sam glad," was the quiet reply. "Sam King George man. Sam help King George peep'l." Jean went over and explained to the Loyalists Sam's idea about building the new abodes.
Kitty was stooping before the fire, while Sam was squatting but a short distance away. They both turned and smiled as the girl awoke and spoke to them. "When did you get back, Sam?" she asked. "Short tam' go. Plenty meat now." "Oh, I am so glad! What did you get?" "Feesh, Injun turkey, hut-tok." "What, a deer!" Jean exclaimed, for she knew the meaning of the Indian word. "A-ha-ha, hut-tok. Beeg."
Are there other Indians around here?" "Plenty Injun sometam'. See'm bimeby, mebbe." Again she glanced toward the distant hill. "Have you any children?" Jean asked. "No babby now. Babby all die." "But Pete has children, has he not?" "A-ha-ha. Pete plenty babby." "Why, then, did he bring his baby to me when its mother died? Why did not you take care of it?"
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