"Why didn't he do as you did—come over and join me?"
"Tom 'Hara goin' to do sumkin' else—he know what."
"I expect he does. He'd better move his carcase from where he was a few minutes ago, or them dogs will move it for him."
"He know—dey won't move him—he get out way soon enough."
"He's got too short legs," said Dernor, who, aware of the affection the Huron bore him, and experiencing a sort of reaction of his spirits after their continued depression, was disposed to quiz Oonamoo a little.
"Got long eyes, dough," replied he, quickly.
"Got long eyes?" laughed Dernor. "I don't know as they're any longer than mine."
"Good 'eal longer. Tom 'Hara neber let Shawnee and Miami get him atween the logs—he know too much."
Dernor felt the sarcasm of this remark and took it kindly.
"Neither would they have got me here, had I been alone."