They exchanged a look. She was doubtless luring them to the camp where the braves were perhaps at the present moment doing a war dance about a fire. If they turned back, however, and refused, she might be angry; so they followed on and determined to be so polite that no one, not even Indians, could be offended with them.
They had not gone far when the canvas of a few tents came into view. A wigwam stood in the center of the group and half a dozen Indians in native dress and shining hair that hung on their shoulders were moving about.
The Indian maiden turned and gave the children another smile, and the indifference of the other Indian faces soothed their timidity. She led them to the wigwam which proved to be a show-room for the wares they had to sell. There were baskets of every shape and size, little birch bark canoes, bows and arrows, napkin rings and many other trinkets made of birch bark or sweet grass.
"I shall tell my father and mother about these," said Lois, "I'm sure they will let us have some."
"Have you any war bonnets?" asked Hal.
"Yes, we have, but my people keep them for festival days," replied the Indian girl.
She spoke such good English and the other Indians, men and women, took so little notice of the children that they both decided in their own minds that there would not be any danger, even in the night.
Their guide, noticing the eagerness with which they gazed at her, invited them to her own tent.
"We never saw any Indians before," said Hal. "We live in Boston."