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As for Wonota, she said: "I used to sit beside my grandmother and work like this. Yes, Chief Totantora taught me to shoot and paddle a canoe, and to do many other things out-of-doors. But my grandmother was the head woman of our tribe, and her beadwork and dyed porcupine-quill work was the finest you ever saw, Ruth Fielding. I was sorry to leave my war-bag with Dakota Joe.
I don't need a warrant for a couple of Indians. They ain't got any standing in this community. I know Indians all right. You give 'em over." "I do not even acknowledge that the two individuals you demand are under my control. At least, I know very well that no United States court can touch the young woman, Wonota, except through her guardian. That guardian is her father.
"What boat?" demanded Ruth, looking in the direction of the distant Canadian island, toward which the canoe, with Totantora and Wonota in it, had now disappeared. "Turn around do!" exclaimed Helen. "This way. That is the same boat we saw going by some time ago. The boat with the yellow lady in it, as Wonota called her." "This is very strange," murmured Ruth.
Guess that man won't do such a much! Don't be scared, Wonota. We won't let anybody hurt you." "I wish Tom were here," Ruth Fielding repeated. And in less than forty-eight hours this wish of the girl of the Red Mill seemed to her almost prophetical. Tom Cameron was coming home! The whole land rejoiced over that fact.
Let her deny herself in such a cause it will not hurt her," the girl of the Red Mill said sensibly. "She has an object in life and should be encouraged to follow out her plan for helping Chief Totantora." "Maybe he is not alive now," said Helen, thoughtfully. "I would not suggest that," Ruth hastened to rejoin. "As long as she can hope, the better for Wonota.
"Who's that?" shouted Mr. Hammond, likewise excited. "He's spoiled that shot, I am sure." Ruth sat up on the shelf and looked over. "Oh!" she cried. "Is he killed?" "He ought to be, if he isn't," growled Mr. Hooley. "What did you do that for, Wonota?" The Indian girl advanced upon the man writhing on the ground. Dakota Joe saw her coming and set up another frightened yell.
She knew, too, the heart of the showman, and perhaps she feared him more than she was willing to tell her new friends. The four girls made their headquarters at the hotel, and then set forth at once to shop and to look. As the hours of that first day passed Wonota was vastly excited over the new sights. For once she lost that stoic calmness which was her racial trait.
The Indian girl was utterly disillusioned about traveling with a tent show; and even the promises Fenbrook had made her of improved conditions during the winter, when they would show for week-runs in the bigger cities, did not encourage Wonota to continue with him.
Unexpecting Dakota Joe's act, Wonota was not prepared for her mount's jump. She was almost thrown from the saddle. But the next instant she had tightened the pony's rein, hauled it back on its haunches with a strong hand, and wheeled the animal to face Dakota Joe. What she said to the man certainly Ruth and her friends could not understand. It was said in the Osage tongue in any case.
It was only when the train, after they changed at Denver, began to climb into the Rockies that the Indian maid grew interested. The Osage Indians had always been a plains' tribe. The rugged and white-capped heights interested Wonota because they were strange to her. Here, too, were primeval forests visible from the windows of the car.
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