"Want to stay here?"
"Yes, I am getting so I like this camp; like the soldiers—like the wagons—kind of like the whole outfit."
"Like to chase wolves?" interrupted the officer.
Ermine slowly turned up his head and settled his fathomless blue eyes on Lewis, but he said nothing.
"Well, Mr. Harding is all set. You said you would go with him; a soldier must keep his word."
"I will go with him."
"When?"
Again Ermine shaved some delicate slivers off the stick; suddenly he threw it away, shut up his knife, and arose. "If Mr. Harding will pull out now, Wolf-Voice will show him the way. I shall know where the Indian takes him, and in four days I will walk into his camp. The pack-ponies travel slowly, I do not care to punch pack-horses; that will do for Ramon and the cook."
"Does that go?"