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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Has my Indian father ever found Tonyquat telling lies?" To this Petawanaquat said "Good," and smoked his pipe with increasing vigour, while Tony sat with his hands clasped over one knee, gazing sternly at the fire, as though he were engaged in consulting on matters of life and death. He glanced, however, for one instant at Meekeye, to see that she observed his staid demeanour.
On reaching the sequestered spot above referred to, Petawanaquat sat down on a fallen tree and made the wondering child stand up before him. "The white man's boy must become an Indian," he said solemnly. "How zat poss'ble?" demanded the child with equal solemnity. "By wearing the red man's clothes and painting his face," returned his captor.
Before that indeed before the house of Angus had gone afloat Tony, Victor, and Petawanaquat had gone off to the Little Mountain in search of Mr Ravenshaw. Those of the family who remained behind had been so busy about their various avocations, that no one had observed the sudden removal of their neighbour's dwelling. "Cora! quick! come here!" cried Elsie, in a tone that alarmed her sister.
Returning to his own camp in the same cat-like manner as before, Petawanaquat quietly but quickly packed his provisions, etcetera, on his horse. When all was ready he tried to awaken Tony, but Tony slept the sleep of infancy and comparative innocence. The Indian pushed him, kicked him, even lifted him up and shook him, before he awoke.
"No; it was the voice of the Great Spirit in Petawanaquat that made him do it. The voice said, `Forgive! Return good for evil!" "Ah; you learned these words here, and have been pondering them." "Petawanaquat heard them here; he did not learn them here," returned the red man quietly.
On gaining the shelter of the trees, Petawanaquat advanced with cat-like caution, until he could clearly see the travellers. He recognised them instantly, and a dark frown settled on his features. His first thought was to steal their horses, and thus leave them incapable of pursuing further, but Ian Macdonald was too much of a backwoodsman to give a foe the opportunity to do this.
Noon found them toiling on, and still no trace of the fugitives was to be seen. "What if we have overshot them?" said Victor. "Impossible," answered Ian, "the shore is too open for that, and I have been keeping a sharp look-out at every bend and bay." "That may be true, yet Petawanaquat may have kept a sharper look-out, and concealed himself when he saw us coming. See, here is a creek.
The whole of that day they spent in a fruitless effort to detect the footprints of Petawanaquat, either among the tracks made by the band of Indians or among those diverging from the main line of march. In so doing they wandered far from the camp at the lakelet, and even lost sight of each other.
Another instant, and Tony found himself in the midst of the tree out of which he had just brought the grey bird, hurled there by Petawanaquat, who was himself not a moment too soon in climbing to the same place of refuge.
All the hot blood of the Petawanaquats, from Adam downwards, seemed to leap through the red man's veins and concentrate in his right hand as he turned fiercely on the trader and drew his scalping-knife. Quick as lightning Ravenshaw hit out with his fist, and knocked the Indian down, then, turning on his heel, walked away. For a moment Petawanaquat lay stunned.
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