"Indeed, it does matter. I must have a wolf."
"Want him alive or dead?" was the low question.
"What! am I to have one?"
"You are," replied the scout, simply.
"When?"
"Well, Miss Searles, I can't order one from the quartermaster exactly, but if you are in a great hurry, I might go now."
"Mr. Ermine, you will surely kill me with your generosity. You have offered me your scalp, your body, and now a wolf. Oh, by the way, what did that awful Indian say to you? I suppose you have seen him since."
"Didn't say anything."
"Well, I hope he has forgiven you; but as I understand them, that is not the usual way among Indians."
"No, Miss Searles, he won't forgive me. I'm a-keeping him to remember you by."