CHAPTER XV
JOHN CASTRO
While Ernest’s clothes were drying the Indian woman was bustling about the stove. The boy did not suspect her object till she placed on the table a plate of Indian cakes hot from the oven and he was invited to partake.
It was the first time he had ever been a guest in an Indian family, and he hesitated, but saw that his refusal to partake might hurt the feelings of his new friends. He seated himself at the table, and found the cakes really very good.
When his clothes were dry he rose to go.
“Won’t you stay all night?” asked Castro.
“Thank you. I cannot spare the time. I must push on.”
“Where are you going?” asked the Indian.