“He is.”
Both boys made the statement at the same time.
“But does he always have to be introduced in that way?”
“No, but he makes friends more quickly if he knows that Kernertok approves,” Jack told her.
“Can I introduce him to father and mother?”
“Sure. Didn’t I tell you that you could do anything with him?”
“All right. Come on Sicum, old boy.”
With a glance at his master, who nodded his head, the dog chased after the girl who was already near the shore end of the wharf.
“She heap nice squaw,” Kernertok said as he watched her running up the bank.
The three made their way to the little cabin where Bob more fully explained the situation to the Indian. The latter said no word until he had finished, then he merely grunted his approval of what they had done. Nothing more was seen of the dog until the supper horn called them to the big cabin. As they reached the door they heard a sharp bark and, looking back, saw Helen running toward them with the dog bounding by her side.