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In short, Petawanaquat was quite un-Indian and chivalrous in his attentions to his squaw, who repaid him with faithful service, and, above all, with loving looks from the orbs which had originated her name. Some people may think the loving looks produced the chivalry; others that the chivalry caused the looks. Whichever way it was, the result was mutual felicity.
"Ho!" muttered the savage, with a gleam of triumph in his eyes, "Petawanaquat has got his heart." "Eh, zoo got 'im by heart a'ready? Took me long, long time to git 'em by heart," said Tony, with a look of admiration, which was sadly marred by the paint. "Me's not got 'em all off yet. But you's clever, an' an' big."
While they were enjoying the hospitality of the garret, Petawanaquat was entertained in a comparatively quiet corner of the stage, by a youth named Sinclair, a Scotch half-breed, who had been a pupil in Ian Macdonald's school, and, latterly, an assistant. Petawanaquat had made the acquaintance of young Sinclair on his first visit to Red River. They were kindred spirits.
On the other hand, if Petawanaquat had left the Indians and continued his journey alone, the great difficulty that lay before them was to find his point of departure from a band which would naturally send out hunters right and left as they marched along. "It's a blue look-out any way you take it," remarked poor Victor, with an expression worthy of Peegwish on his countenance. "I vish it vas blue.
A stiffish breeze sprang up soon after he left. Being a fair wind, he set up a rag of sail that fortunately chanced to be in the punt, and advanced swiftly on his voyage to the Little Mountain. On their way to the same place, at an earlier part of the day, Victor and Tony, with Petawanaquat and Meekeye, touched at the mission station.
They were both well known to our adventurers; old Peegwish whose chief characteristic was owlishness being a frequent and welcome visitor at the house of Ian's father. "You 'pears to be in one grand hurray," exclaimed Rollin, in his broken English. Ian at once told the cause of their appearance there, and asked if they had seen anything of Petawanaquat. "Yes, oui, no dat is to say. Look 'ere!"
The red man rose, drew himself up, and, turning his black eyes, like the eagle, on the flashing sun, stretched out his hand. "My brother," he said, "beholds the sun. Can he tell where it comes from, or whither it goes? No; but he understands that the Great Spirit guides its course, and he is satisfied. When Petawanaquat was a child he understood very little.
None of themselves were hurt, but one had a narrow escape, an arrow having passed between his shirt and skin. Next day Victor and his friends prepared to leave the hunters and resume the chase of Petawanaquat, but they were arrested by one of those terrific thunderstorms which occasionally visit the prairies.
As for Rollin, he became, and remained for some time, a petrifaction of amazement. When the first burst was over, Victor turned to Petawanaquat, and as he looked at his stern visage a dark frown settled on his own, and he felt a clenching of his fists, as he addressed the Indian in his native tongue. "What made you take him away?" he demanded indignantly.
Seated calmly in the stern of his canoe, Petawanaquat observed the scene with a look of profound gravity. His revenge was complete! He had returned to his enemy the boy of whom he had become so fond that he felt as though Tony really were his own son. He had bowed his head to the dictates of an enlightened conscience. He had returned good for evil.
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