give away as little as we can here."
"Ha! you is right," said Henri; "dat fellow's eyes
twinkle at de knives and tings like two stars."
"Fire-flies, ye should say. Stars are too soft an'
beautiful to compare to the eyes o' yon savage," said
Dick, laughing. "I wish we were well away from
them. That rascal Mahtawa is an ugly customer."
"True, lad," returned Joe; "had
he
bin the great