His wife trembled as she heard the old threat which had pursued her for so long, but she would not be discouraged. She spoke again in Ojibway,
"She is found. She wants to help and comfort her husband. She is here. Raise your head and look at her."
He obeyed, and looked steadily at her, but still with the look of one but half awake.
"No," he said slowly. "All lies. Mary is not like you. She has bright eyes, and brown hair, soft and smooth like a bird's wing. I beat her, and she ran away. Go! I want to sleep."
Mr. Strafford came forward.
"Have you forgotten me, too, Christian?" he asked.
Christian turned to him with something like recognition.
"No. You were here yesterday. Tell them to let me go away."
"It is because I want to persuade them to let you go, that I am here now, and your—this lady, whom you do not remember, also."
"What does a squaw know? Send her away."