"Don' you tell him I want him back," she said. "I hate him!"
"Can I tak' horses?"
"Yes," she cried suddenly. "Go tell Sam I crazy 'bout Mahooley. Tell him I gone wit' Mahooley. He rich. Give me ev'ryt'ing I want."
"I not tell Sam that kind of stuff," returned Musq'oosis scornfully.
"It is truth," she insisted sullenly. "I goin' all right."
"If Sam come back sorry you feel bad you gone wit' Mahooley."
"No, I glad!" she cried passionately. "I hope he want me when it is too late. I want turn him down. That mak' me feel good."
Musq'oosis debated with himself. It was a difficult case to deal with.
"Tak' the team," said Bela. "Tell Sam all I say."
The old man shook his head. "W'at's the use if you goin' wit' Mahooley, anyway? You wait a while. Maybe I bring him back. Mak' say him sorry."