“True, he will wonder what detains us,” answered Oneotah. “Come!”
She led the way up the course of the brook.
“But what plea could Smoholler put forward to claim you?” urged Percy, as he followed her.
“He said I was his child, and that the Yakimas stole me from him.”
“He did?”
“Yes.”
“And did Howlish Wampo believe him?”
“He must, or he would not have given me up to him.”
“That’s so. But he can’t be your father!” cried Percy, earnestly.
This exclamation surprised Oneotah.