"White man eat'm," he replied with a smile.
"And did you haul it into camp?"
"A-ha-ha. Sam strong, beeg."
This supply of meat was a God-send to all, and there was great rejoicing among the Loyalists. They praised the Indian for what he had done, and he was looked upon as a hero, especially by the children.
When breakfast was over, and Sam was enjoying his pipe near the fire,
Jean spoke to him about going to the mast-cutters for assistance. The
Indian listened intently, and when the girl had finished speaking, he
remained for awhile in deep silence.
"Can we do it?" Jean at length asked. "How far is it?"
"Sam go wan sleep, babby two sleep," was the reply.
Jean smiled as she drew herself to her full height.
"Don't you think I can do it in one sleep as well as you?" she bantered. "Why, I am strong now, almost like an Indian."
"Babby no all sam' Injun yet," Sam reminded. "Bimeby, mebbe."