perplexed, and more deeply troubled than I cared to admit to myself, I rose from the door-sill, buckled on belt, knife, and hatchet, and stood looking out over the river in silence for a while.

The Siwanois said pleasantly, yet with a hidden hint of malice:

“If my brother desires to walk abroad in the pleasant weather, Mayaro will not run away. Say so to Major Parr.”

I blushed furiously at the mocking revelation that he had noted and understood the precautions of Major Parr.

“Mayaro,” I said, “I trust you. See! You are confided to me, I am responsible for you. If you leave I shall be disgraced. But — Siwanois are free people! The Sagamore is my elder brother who will not blacken my face or cast contempt upon my uniform. See! I trust my brother Mayaro, I go.”