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Come, we must mount and away without breakfast." They went off accordingly, and soon traced the Indian's original track to the place where he had encamped. Petawanaquat had taken the precaution to pour water on his fire, so as to cool the ashes, and thus lead to the supposition that he had been gone a considerable time, but Ian was not to be so easily deceived.
In the clump of trees referred to, Petawanaquat himself sat smoking over the dying embers of the fire that had cooked his recently devoured supper, and Tony, full to repletion, lay on his back gazing at him in quiet satisfaction, mingled slightly with wonder; for Tony was a philosopher in a small way, and familiarity with his father's pipe had failed to set at rest a question which perplexed his mind, namely, why men should draw smoke into their mouths merely to puff it out again!
This advantage we now possess, however: we know where Petawanaquat is going thanks to his so-called friends here, who don't seem to care much about him and as he believes he has distanced all pursuers, he will now journey slower than before. Besides, we must help to kill a buffalo or two, our meat being nearly done. What say you, Vic?"
He then questioned the Indian about the white men, but obtained no further information than that Petawanaquat had come on their camp unexpectedly the day before, had observed them secretly from among the bushes, knew that the route they were pursuing would infallibly lead them to his wigwam, and that therefore he had hurried home to be ready for them. He could not tell who the white men were.
It's plain that you can do no good here, I therefore propose that we return to Willow Creek, take the small boat, and go up to the Mountain to see father, taking Tony and Petawanaquat along with us." Ian shook his head with an expression of sadness that surprised his friend. "No, Vic, no; my work with you in search of your brother is done, my father's home now claims my chief care.
In all ranks and conditions among men, from the so-called savage upwards, there have been found more or less profound thinkers, and honest logical reasoners, who, but for the lack of training, might have become pillars in the world of intellect. Both Sinclair and Petawanaquat were naturally quiet and modest men, but they were not credulous.
Petawanaquat made no positive effort to gain the child's affections; he never fondled him, and seldom spoke, save for the purpose of giving a brief command, which Tony always obeyed with miraculous promptitude. The utmost that can be said is that the savage was gentle and supplied his wants. Could a civilised man have done much more?
"What cheer?" said the tall man heartily, as he held out his hand. "Wat-chee?" replied Petawanaquat, grasping the hand, and repeating the phrase as he had learnt it in the settlements. The tall man was very affable, and at once revealed the object of his journey.
It did not fall on my ear: it fell upon my heart like the rippling of a mountain stream. It said, `Send the child back to his father. I obeyed the Voice, and I am here." With sparkling eyes Sinclair stretched out his right hand, and, grasping that of the red man, said in a deep voice "My brother!" Petawanaquat returned the grasp in silence.
Thus, step by step, the slope was ascended! "Wah!" said Petawanaquat, with a grave look, as he handed the cabbage to Peegwish, who profited by the lesson, and gained his ends. "She's fery lazy," muttered Angus to himself referring to Peegwish as he went up the river bank towards the knoll, where his house now stood triumphantly, "fery lazy; more lazy than than "
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