"Holy Cross," said the old man eagerly.
"Brother Paul," Nicholas explained. "He go down river. We get Holy Cross—more quick."
"I see. Before he can get back. But why do you want to go?"
"See Father Brachet."
"Sister Winifred say: 'Always tell Father Brachet; then everything all right,'" contributed Muckluck.
"You tell Pymeut belly solly," the old Chief said.
"Nicholas know he not able tell all like white man," Muckluck continued. "Nicholas say you good—hey? you good?"
"Well—a—pretty tollable, thank you."
"You go with Nicholas; you make Father Brachet unnerstan'—forgive. Tell Sister Winifred—" She stopped, perplexed, vaguely distrustful at the Boy's chuckling.
"You think we can explain it all away, hey?" He made a gesture of happy clearance. "Shamán and everything, hey?"