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They now possessed three good horses, a supply of fresh provisions, and plenty of ammunition. Thus provided they galloped off with light hearts over the boundless plains, and soon left the camp of the hunters far behind them. This is no picture of the fancy, but true in all its details. With the unerring certainty of blood-hounds, the three friends now settled down to the pursuit of Petawanaquat.
"Tonyquat knows that what Ian says of his white father is true," said the boy. At the name Tonyquat, which was the only word of the sentence he understood, Petawanaquat cast a look of affection on Tony, while his father and the others burst into a laugh at the child's sententious gravity. But Tony maintained his Indian air, and gazed solemnly at the fire.
I understand; it was that scoundrel Petawanaquat," said Sam Ravenshaw, with a laugh; "he's Little Wolf by name, and a big thief by practice, no doubt. You needn't fear him, however, he's not so dangerous as he looks, and I gave him a rebuff just now that will make him shy of Willow Creek. Ha, Tony, you rascal! Come here, sir."
"Well," he said, smiling slightly, "I have no doubt that my father will forgive you, now that you have brought back the child." A gleam, which seemed to have a touch of scorn in it, shot from the Indian's eye as he rejoined "When Petawanaquat brings back Tonyquat, it is a proof that he forgives the old white father." This was all that the Indian would condescend to say.
It was finally assumed that Petawanaquat had joined the Indians, and resolved that they should follow up the trail as fast as they could travel. This they did during many days without, however, overtaking the Indians. Then the pemmican began to wax low, for in their anxiety to push on they neglected to hunt.
Rollin pushed the reeds aside with his paddle, and pointed to a canoe lying bottom up, as if it had been concealed there. "Ve's be come 'ere after duck, an' ve find dat," said the half-breed. An immediate investigation showed that Petawanaquat had forsaken his canoe and taken to the woods. Ian looked troubled.
It is hard to say whether the eyes or the mouth of the onlookers opened widest. Petawanaquat was the only one who retained his composure. The eyes of Meekeye were moistened despite her native stoicism, but her husband stood erect with a grave sad countenance, and his blanket folded, with his arms in classic fashion, on his breast.
As time advanced, and he perceived that Petawanaquat, although stern and very silent, took much pains to assist him on his long marches, and, above all, fed him with a liberal hand, his feelings changed considerably, and at last he began to regard the taciturn red man with something like fondness.
When Petawanaquat joined the band of Indians, of whom we left Victor Ravenshaw and his comrades in eager pursuit, he deemed it advisable for various reasons to alter the costume and general appearance of his captive, and for that purpose took him to a sequestered spot in the bushes outside the camp.
"Well, Vic," said Mr Ravenshaw, with a puzzled look, "it's a strange way of taking his revenge of me. But after all, when I look at him there, sucking away at his calumet with that pleased, grave face, I can't help thinkin' that you and I, Christians though we call ourselves, have something to learn from the savage. I've been mistaken, Vic, in my opinion of Petawanaquat.
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