"I've seen you stealing a look at me now and then and I know what you done it for."
"Yes, Deerfoot did so; but my brother cannot tell the reason."
"You've been trying to find out from my looks whether I've stuck to the pledge I made you a year ago to give up drinking whiskey."
"That was the reason; Deerfoot was almost but not quite certain."
"Have you any doubts left?"
The Shawanoe smiled.
"Only a shadow."
"Wal, you can kick that shadow out of sight! I haven't drank a drop of the stuff since that night, a year ago, when I flung my flask into the creek, after hearing your sermon, that shook me down to my toes."
Deerfoot leaned over and offered his hand again to happy Jack Halloway, who turned to the boys.
"Being as he never told you, I might as well give you the story."