"It is rather rapid walking, Oonomoo, but I can stand it. Don't stop on my account."
"Plenty time—git dar mornin'—soon enough."
"How far are we from the Shawnee village?"
"Two—eight—dozen miles—go in canoe part way."
"When will we rescue her from the dogs—the Shawnees?" asked the young Lieutenant, scarcely able to restrain his curiosity.
"Dunno—may be can't get her 't all."
"Won't get her?" he repeated, his heart throbbing painfully. "My God, Oonomoo, why do you say that?"
"'Cause true—hain't got her yit—may be won't—Shawnee watch close—t'ink Oonomoo 'bout."
"But you expect to rescue her, do you not?"
"Yeh, 'spect to—do all can—ain't sartin—mustn't t'ink I am—be ready for her dead."