“Faith,” said Adam, “I haven’t had so much salt water in my eye since old Father Neptune ploughed up his farm, coming over.”
Running their hands into their capacious pockets, the men brought forth bells and beads and offered them to her in token of gratitude. She shook her head, and great tears welled up, splashing down upon the presents lying in her lap.
“Pocahontas dare not take them, although she likes them much. Powhatan will kill her if he learns she has given warning.”
“I have something she will take,” said Adam, drawing forth a small mirror. “I have yet to see the maiden who would not look at herself every chance she got.” So saying, he rocked himself forward and started to lay it in her lap.
Catching sight of him for the first time, she gave a shriek and buried her face in Smith’s breast.
“Okee, Okee!” she wailed.
“Now whatever do you make of that?” exclaimed the astonished Adam. “Who in the devil is Okee?”
“That’s just what he is, the devil,” said Kendall, laughing grimly. “Truly a fine compliment from a primitive Eve to an ardent Adam.”
“No, no, my child. No Okee,” said Captain Smith, smoothing her hair. “He is a good kind friend and likes Pocahontas.”
“Likes,” sniffed the discomfited Adam, “I never got as far as liking. She didn’t give me time.”