"Deerfoot is sorry his brothers have gone to look for the horse."
"Why?" quickly asked the mother.
"They cannot find him."
"Vy don't they finds him?" asked Jacob Relstaub, banging his cane again and glaring fiercely at the youth, as though ready to spring upon him.
Deerfoot looked calmly in the forbidding countenance, and asked, more directly than was his custom:
"Are you the father of my brother, Otto?"
"Yaw; of course I ish. He is one pad poy, as you ish de wust Injin dot effer vasn't."
Without the least visible excitement, and in the same deliberate monotone, Deerfoot still looking him straight in the face:
"The father of Otto is a dog; he has no heart. The Great Spirit hides his face with shame when he looks upon him."
"Vat!" roared Jacob, half rising to his chair and grasping his knobby cane with both hands, while he trembled with rage. "You don't speak dot vays to me and I breaks your head."