Roy’s countenance fell, and he looked like a convicted culprit.
“Nell, I haven’t got nothin’ at all.”
“What a pity! We must just go supperless to bed, I suppose.”
“Come, lass, I see by the twinkle in your eye that you’ve got grub somehow or other. Has the redskin brought some ’at with him?”
“Yes, he has brought a little; but the best fun is that I shot a bird myself, and had it all ready beautifully cooked for your supper, when Wap—”
“Well, what d’ye mean by Wap?” inquired Roy, as Nelly stopped short.
“Nothing. I only meant to say that the Indian arrived suddenly, and ate it all up.”
“The villain! Well, I’ll pay him off by eatin’ up some o’ his grub. Did he say what his name was, or where he came from?” inquired Roy.
“Never mind, you can ask him yourself,” said Nelly, as they drew near to the hut; “he seems to me to have been badly wounded by his enemies.”
They stooped and entered the hut as Nelly spoke. The Indian looked up at her brother, and, uttering his wonted “Ho!” held out his hand.