“That is your wife with you?”
“Yis. She Moll Megone.”
“Where have you been camping for the last month?”
Sebattis hesitated a moment, then glanced at his wife and replied, “Tent down by Loon Pond. No good. Bad place. Me leave him.”
“What was the matter with the place?”
“No fish. Water bad drink.”
“Then why didn’t you go away before?”
Again the Indian paused, scowled slightly, and threw his blanket across his shoulder with a gesture not without dignity.
“Me go when like; stay when like.”
Here Moll gave a sharp look at her husband, which Randolph was just in time to catch. Seeing that her glance was noticed, she made the best of it and spoke up boldly.