"We are at the salt water to take the fish," replied Wolf Slayer, "and we saw the smoke of your fire before the last darkness. But what do you with the great strangers, little Dreamer?"
"They are my friends," replied Ouenwa, "and I am voyaging with them to learn wisdom."
"What are you talking about?" asked Kingswell.
The lad tried to explain. He pointed to the tent and provisions and then to the boat. "Put in," he said.
At a word from Kingswell the three sailors quickly dismantled their night's shelter and carried the sail, the oars, and such food and blankets as they had brought ashore, out to the Pelican. At that the shrill cry rang out again, and echoed along the cliffs.
"What does that mean?" inquired Kingswell.
"Bad," replied Ouenwa, shortly.
"What is in your fine canoe, little Dreamer?" called Wolf Slayer.
"Our food and our clothing, little Fox Stabber," Ouenwa cried back, with indignation in his voice.