“Me live here.”
The secret was out—a secret which Philip had suspected from the first, though Henry had not dreamed of it.
They had lain down in the Indian’s cabin, appropriating his blanket, and were simply intruders.
Philip thought it was time for him to take part in the conversation,
“I hope you’ll excuse us,” he said, “for coming here. We had no idea any one lived here.”
“No matter,” said the Indian civilly—that being one of the phrases which his knowledge of English included.
“Henry,” said Philip, “let us get up. We are sleeping in this—this gentleman’s bed.”
He felt a little at a loss how to designate the Indian, but felt that it was best to be as polite as possible.
The two boys started up, in order to yield to the master of the house the bed which properly belonged to him.
“No,” said the Indian, with a wave of his hand. “White boys stay there. Indian sleep anywhere.”