"Yes," he said. "So foolish! Both! You are crazy 'bout each ot'er. I know it. W'at for you got quarrel and speak bad words? W'at for you run away? W'at for you say goin' wit' 'not'er man, you? All foolishness! Yo'ng people lak babies. Throw down their food. Bam-by got cry for it."
Musq'oosis drew his hands together and tried to place the woman's hand that he held in the man's. Both resisted, and he had not strength enough.
"Well—good-bye," he sighed.
Instantly Sam took Bela's hand, and hers crept into his as if at home there. The old man smiled faintly.
"Look at each ot'er," he whispered.
But it was at him they looked. Still smiling, a dread change came over his face. His body quivered slightly, there was a strange sound in his throat. His jaw dropped.
"Oh, he's gone!" whispered Bela.
Then they looked at each other, looked straight into each other's souls. She swayed toward him, and his arms went around her swiftly. The still figure was between them on the ground.
"My love! My love!" he murmured. "I have been a fool! I didn't know you. I was full of false pride. I ask your pardon."
"I love you!" she breathed. "I think I die when you leave me!"