"Ae," replied the girl.
"He does not wish to take you in his wigwam."
"Eagle-eye is angry now. Anger melts under the sun."
"I do not think his will."
"Then I will make his fire and his buckskin and cook his food."
"We go on a long journey."
"I will follow."
"No," replied the woodsman, abruptly, "we will send you back."
The girl remained silent.
"Well?" insisted Bolton.