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Women had spoiled him, money had corrupted and degraded him. "Come, beautiful brave, it's Salut! Salut! Salut!" he said, bending towards her familiarly. Her face flushed with anger. "Let me pass, monsieur," she said sharply. "Pride of Manitou " he apostrophized, but got no farther. Ingolby caught him by the shoulders, wheeled him round, and then flung him at the feet of Tekewani and his braves.
"The teeth of rock everywhere!" he rejoined reproachfully, with a gesture of awe. "I remembered all all. You were my master, Tekewani." "But only once with me it was, Summer Song," he persisted. Summer Song was his name for her. "I saw it saw it, every foot of the way," she insisted. "I thought hard, oh, hard as the soul thinks. And I saw it all."
A hedgehog crossed the path here, and it brought those days back to me Charley Long and Aunt Cynthy and all. Yes, the first time I ever ate hedgehog; was in Aunt Cynthy's house. Hi-yi, as old Tekewani says, but it was good!" "What is the Romany word for hedgehog?" Fleda asked in a low tone. "Hotchewitchi," he replied instantly. "That's right, isn't it?"
It was these new dangers which had made Tekewani try to warn her from the shore he and the dozen braves with him: but it was characteristic of his race that, after the first warning, when she must play out the game to the bitter end, he made no further attempt to stop her.
"Tekewani ah, Tekewani, you have come," the girl said, and her eyes smiled at him as they had not smiled at Ingolby or even at the woman in black beside her. "How!" the chief replied, and looked at her with searching, worshipping eyes. "Don't look at me that way, Tekewani," she said, coming close to him. "I had to do it, and I did it."
"And once more we will follow after the fire-flies which give no light to the safe places but only lead farther into the night." Tekewani rocked to and fro again, muttering to himself, but presently he said: "We eat from the hands of those who have driven away the buffalo, the deer, and the beaver; and the young bucks do naught to earn the joy of women.
These two men, representing the primitive nomad life, had been drawn together in friendship. So much so, that to Tekewani alone of all the West, Druse gave his confidence and told his story. It came in the springtime, when the blood of the young bucks was simmering and, the ancient spell was working.
"Brother," said Tekewani, "it was while there was a bridge of land between the continents at the North that we met. Again I see it. I forgot it, but again I see. There was war, and you went upon one path and I upon another, and we met no more under all the moons till now." "'Dordi', so it was and at such a time," answered the Ry of Rys.
Her gaze became fixed on Tekewani who, silent, and with immobile face, stole towards her. In spite of the civilization which controlled him, he wore Indian moccasins and deerskin breeches, though his coat was rather like a shortened workman's blouse. He did not belong to the life about him; he was a being apart, the spirit of vanished and vanishing days.
These two men, representing the primitive nomad life, had been drawn together in friendship. So much so, that to Tekewani alone of all the West, Druse gave his confidence and told his story. It came in the springtime, when the blood of the young bucks was simmering and, the ancient spell was working.
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