"Kitty what?"
"Kitty Sam."
"Is that all?"
"A-ha-ha."
"But you have an Indian name, have you not?"
"Injun name long. Babby no spik Injun name."
After Jean had finished her breakfast, she felt much refreshed. She washed herself at a little brook which babbled through the forest, and arranged as well as she could her tangled hair. One little pool served as Nature's mirror, and in this she could see her face and the brooch at her throat. She again recalled the happy day it had been given to her. How long ago that seemed, and she wondered where Dane was now. No doubt he was frantically searching for her, his heart filled with grief and fear. She must get home as soon as possible, for she knew how her father's heart must be nearly broken. She would get the Indians to take her back at once. But when she mentioned this upon her return to the lean-to, Kitty shook her head.
"No go now," she said. "Cold bimeby. Snow come. Ribber freeze."
"Will we go then?" Jean eagerly asked.
"Mebbe, Sam come back soon. Sam know."