"You sure—sure she said it to me, Mac?"
David nodded, even as his blood ran a little cold.
A leering grin of joy spread over Brokaw's face.
"The—the little devil!" he said, gloatingly.
"What does it mean?" David asked. "Sakewawin—I had never heard it." He lied calmly, turning his head a bit out of the light.
Brokaw stared at him a moment before answering.
"When a girl says that—it means—she belongs to you," he said. "In Indian it means—possession! Dam' ... of course you're right! She said it to me. She's mine. She belongs to me. I own her. And I thought...."
He caught up the bottle and turned out half a glass of liquor, swaying unsteadily:
"Drink, Mac?"