“Yes,” replied his sister.
“I want you to know Radway. He's the man who gave me my start.”
“All right, Harry,” laughed Helen. “I'll meet anybody or anything from bears to Indians.”
“I know an Indian too—Geezigut, an Ojibwa—we called him Injin Charley. He was my first friend in the north woods. He helped me get my timber. This spring he killed a man—a good job, too—and is hiding now. I wish I knew where he is. But we'll see him some day. He'll come back when the thing blows over. See! See!”
“What?” they all asked, breathless.
“It's gone. Over beyond the hills there I caught a glimpse of Superior.”
“You are ridiculous, Harry,” protested Helen Thorpe laughingly. “I never saw you so. You are a regular boy!”
“Do you like boys?” he asked gravely of Hilda.
“Adore them!” she cried.
“All right, I don't care,” he answered his sister in triumph.