"Oh, you're too slow!" objected Dick. "What the hell do we care for a lot of copper-skins from Rupert's House! We ain't got anything to ask from them but a few pairs of moccasins, and if they don't want to make them for us, they can use their buckskin to tie up their sore heads!"
He thrust his paddle in close to the bow and twisted the canoe towards shore.
"Come on, Sam," said he, "show your spunk!"
The older man said nothing. His steady blue eyes rested on his companion's back not unkindly, although a frown knit the brows above them.
"Come here, little sister," cried Dick to the girl.
She picked her way painfully through the scrub to the edge of the bank.
"Get into the canoe," commanded Dick.
She drew back in deprecation.
"Ka'-ka'win!" she objected, in very real terror. "The old-men have commanded that I take the Long Way, and who am I that I should not obey? It cannot be."
"Get in here," ordered Dick, obstinately.