Mother. What does he want, Roger? Mayhap he is hungry.
Roger [pointing to his mouth]. Hungry, Eaglefeather? Want something to eat? Bread?
Indian [shakes his head]. No hungry. Braves go hunt. [Draws his bow.] Kill much, much, much deer. [Spreads out his arms.] No hungry; cold. [Folds his arms and shivers.] Can warm? [Boys bring him to fire.]
Mother. Yes, indeed; make room for him, boys.
Myles. He can stay as long as he likes, mayn't he, Mother?
Mother [smiles and nods at the boy]. Yes, we know he is our friend. We trust him.
Nathan. Doesn't thee remember how he taught us to shoot, and make baskets for thee and the girls?
Indian. Hmph! Eaglefeather teach young brave much more some day. Many, many new thing.
Nathan. Oh, that is good news. What things, Eaglefeather?