Will my brother go to bed? asked Quick.
No, replied Cahoonshee, white man sleep, Indian think.
At first Quick thought there might be some Indian deviltry behind all this apparent friendship.
Indian sleep, white man guard the fire, replied Quick.
Cahoonshee seemed to be stung by this mistrust.
Yes, Indian go to bed, but Indian no sleep. Indian think of the Cahoonshees. Indian never see one of his blood. Then casting his eyes heavenward, said:
White man lead. Indian follow.
Quick raised a ladder that led to the room above and was followed up by Cahoonshee.
There brother, is a bed of furs caught on the Steynekill. There you can sleep and dream.
At the dawn of day, Cahoonshee and Quick were on the trail that leads to Peenpack.