I placed my pistol in my right hand, determined to lie awake through the night.
I must have fallen asleep immediately after this, because when I was awakened by the rays of the morning sun slanting into the cave, the pistol lay with my relaxed hand upon it. I started up with a sensation of guilt.
With my pistol in my hand I peered out of the cave, more than half expecting to find Brack calmly awaiting me with his tantalizing smile in its place. But no human presence disturbed the primitive peace of that hillside that morning. A covey of feeding grouse lifted their heads and looked at me without fear. Birds were singing, the sun was bright and warm, and down on the blue water of the bay a pair of tiny ducks played.
I turned to look at Betty and was greeted by the sight of a very tousled, half-awake little head, peering over the side of the canoe.
“‘Mornin’,” murmured the little head sleepily.
“‘Mornin’,” I replied.
“Oo-oo-ah!” The little head yawned tremendously. “Wha’ time is ’t?”
It was 7:02 by my watch as I consulted it.
“Oo-o-wah!” Little head looked at me appealingly. “Do we got to get up so early when we play Injun?”
“Only the hunting Injun’s got to get up so early. Other Injuns sleep as long as they please.”