“I am not in the habit of giving money at the door. My husband does not approve of it,” she answered.
“Go ask him,” said the Indian.
“He is not at home,” she answered, incautiously; “but I am sure he would not be willing to have me give you any money.”
As soon as she had admitted the absence of her husband she realized her imprudence. There was a scarcely perceptible gleam of exultation in the eye of the Indian as he heard what was so favorable to his purpose. A man would be in his way, but a woman he could frighten.
“Must have money; must have two dollar,” he reiterated.
“What do you want money for?” asked Mrs. Taylor.
“Buy rum—good!”
“Then I am sure I shall give you none. Rum is bad,” said Mrs. Taylor.
“It makes Indian feel good.”
“It may for the time, but it will hurt you afterward.{165} I will give you some meat and some coffee. That is better than rum.”