Dew Drop gazed at the horrid sight with emotionless eyes, then turned toward them.
"Me make fire burn one—two times—"
"Yes, yes," they chorused.
"You put wood on the fire to make it bright," added Frank.
The Indian girl nodded.
"What then?"
"Make fire more.
"Then heap fire like sun. Dew Drop go sleep. Great Spirit get um. Dew Drop open eyes—see pale faces and um want see Dew Drop."
Harry scratched his head.