A peculiar smile crossed the Indian's face as he listened to these words.
"I am Shrahegan," he replied, "and is there not a good reason why I should be kind to my pale-face brother?"
"What reason?" asked Keith in surprise.
"Does not my brother remember Shrahegan?"
"Remember you! Why, I never saw you before!"
Again the native smiled as he continued.
"Does not my brother remember eight snows ago when he shot the fierce grizzly in the pass beyond the mountains, and saved the life of an Indian boy?"
"Yes, oh, yes, I remember that day very well," and Keith thought of the fine bear-skin rug in the Radhurst cabin. "But what has that to do with your kindness to me?"
"Shrahegan was that boy," came the startling response, "and Shrahegan never forgets."
"What! you that boy? I can't believe it!" and Keith looked at the Indian in amazement.