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If he perish in the attempt to slay the Black Phantom; or, if he should fail and thus become an exile, we should lose him forever." "If Oomah be lost another will be found to take his place. Wana, son of my sister, is a promising youth. And besides, there is another reason why Oomah has been chosen." "What is that reason?" Yaro persisted.
Here again the curious submissive nature of the woman was exampled. He must speak his own tongue. It was not right that he should be forced to use hers. "I am much happy," she said simply. Then her woman's thought rose superior to greater issues. "You will eat?" she went on. "Yes, Wana. I'm hungry very." "So."
And and plenty of fine clothes to wear, like like Rosebud?" The woman shook her head and indicated her humble belongings. "This very good. Very much good. See, you are here. I want you." The man flushed and laughed a little awkwardly. But he was well pleased. "Oh, we're happy enough. You and I, my Wana. But we'll see."
And he said: 'I am named Nooz Wana, the Whelmer of Ships, and from the Straits of Pondar Obed I am come, wherein it is my wont to vex the seas. There I chased Leviathan with my hands when he was young and strong; often he slipped through my fingers, and away into the weed forests that grow below the storms in the dusk on the floor of the sea; but at last I caught and tamed him.
She held silent until he chose to speak. And when she turned at last to arrange the supper table, he was so moved. The smile had died out of his thin face, and his pale blue eyes wore a look of anxious perplexity when he summoned her attention. "Wana," he said, as though rousing himself from a long worrying thought, "we must do something, my Wana. And I hardly know what."
"To go as I am now, a white girl in white girl's clothing, would be madness. I know your people. I should never escape their all-seeing eyes. I must go like one of your people." "You would be a squaw?" A wonderful smile was in the great black eyes as Wanaha put the question. "Yes." "Yes, I see. Wana sees." A rising excitement seemed to stir the squaw.
"I'd prefer to tell Seth, but if I did he'd interfere in a manner that would be sure to rouse your brother's suspicions. And you know what he is. He'd suspect me or you. He'd throw caution to the devil, and then there'd be trouble. It's a delicate thing, but I can't stand by and see anything happen to your chum, my Wana." "No; I love the paleface girl," replied Wanaha, simply.
Nevil ate silently for some minutes, while the woman looked on from her seat beside the stove. Whatever was troubling the man it did not interfere with his appetite. He ate coarsely, but his Indian wife only saw that he was healthily hungry. "Yes, you're right again, my Wana," Nevil exclaimed, with apparent appreciation.
"Surely," she said. "I was thinking. What you call 'dreaming." She eagerly put a stool for the girl to sit upon. But Rosebud preferred the table. "Well, Wana," said the girl, playfully, "you said you wanted me particularly to-day, so, at great inconvenience to myself, and mother, I have come. If it isn't important you'll get into grave trouble. I was going to help Seth hoe the potatoes, but "
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