"Because I am really ignorant of it," he replied; "how should I know it?"
The Indian girl turned towards the place where the young man was sleeping, and said, with a charming pout—
"Glass-eye knows all: he would have told my brother the hunter."
"I cannot deny," the hunter said, boldly, "that Glass-eye knows many things, but in this matter he has been dumb."
"Is that true?" she asked, quickly.
"Why should I deny it? Prairie-Flower is not an enemy to us."
"No, I am a friend: let my brother open his ears."
"Speak."
"Glass-eye is powerful."
"So it is said," the hunter replied, evasively, too honest to stoop to a lie.