"I might call you Tonti, and I might call you Henry. Which do you like better?"
"No call Tonti."
"Then I will call you Henry. Don't you remember what your name was when you were a white boy?"
"Henry" shook his head, although plainly he was striving to recall the name which belonged to the years that were now dim in his memory.
"You come with me," said Peleg.
Together the two boys returned to the fort. Neither of them spoke until they entered within the stockade, where the men of the settlement were assembled listening to Sam Oliver's dramatic description of the events which had just taken place.
The sight of the hunter seemed to revive the sorrow of Henry, as Peleg henceforth called the young stranger, and bring back recollections of his own, unwilling treachery to the family which had been kind to him since the time of his adoption into the tribe.
However, Peleg did his utmost to shield his friend, to whom his heart went out in strong sympathy.
"What you goin' to do with your friend?" laughed Sam as he spoke to Peleg when the group at last scattered.