Little Wolf shakes her head, and her ingenuous little face says no, as plainly as words could.
A shade of disappointment manifests itself in the Captain's manner, and again he speaks.
His companion still replies in the negative.
"Then he was but a deer friend, and I may be the same," says the Captain, now loud enough to be heard.
Now Little Wolf says distinctly, "yes, you may be the same, Captain Green. You rescued me in perils by sea, and he in perils by land. He told me with his latest breath how he had saved me from certain destruction when I was a little child, and—"
"And how he loved you in after years, and how he longed to kiss you," said the Captain, seeing her hesitate.
"Yes, Captain," said Little Wolf solemnly, he told me that, and more which you must not hear."
"I know how he felt," says the Captain, folding his arms across his breast, "for I would be willing to die, if you would but kiss me."
"Captain," Little Wolf's cheek grows scarlet, and she pauses to choke down a strong emotion, "there is a man living whom I have kissed, and I shall never kiss another."
The Captain's voice sinks very low in reply, but Little Wolf warmly takes his proffered hand, and it is easily to be seen that more than a common friendship has sprung up between them.