stopped for a half hour and ate. They did not light any fire, but took
cold food from their pouches, of which they had a variety, and once more
Timmendiquas was most hospitable.

"Oghtaeh (Squirrel)," he said, holding up a piece.

"Yes, thank you," replied the boy, who thought he recognized the flesh.

"Yuingeh (Duck)?" said the chief, holding up another piece.

"I'll take that, too," replied Henry.

"Sootae (Beaver)?" said the chief, producing a third.

"I'll risk that, too," replied Henry. "It looks good."

"Yungenah (Dog)?" said the hospitable Timmendiquas, offering a fourth
fragment of meat.

Henry looked at it suspiciously.

"Yungenah?" he said. "Now, Chief, would you tell me what Yungenah
means?"

"Dog," replied the Wyandot sententiously.

"No, no!" exclaimed Henry. "Take it away."

Timmendiquas smiled benevolently.

"Dog good," he said, "but not make you eat it. Wyandot glad enough to
get it."

They continued the journey throughout the afternoon, and did not stop
until after sunset. Henry's promise was renewed for the second time, and
he slept quietly within the circle of the Wyandots. He awakened once far
in the night, and he saw that the watch was most vigilant. White
Lightning was awake and sitting up, as also were three warriors. The
night was clear and bright save for a few small harmless clouds. Henry
saw that he had made no mistake in renewing his promise. The chance of
escape had not yet come.

White Lightning noticed that his captive's eyes were open and he walked
over to him. This youth, so strong and so skillful, so brave and so
frank, appealed to the young chief. He would regret the necessity of
putting him to death. A way of escaping it would be welcome.

"It is not like last night," he said pleasantly.

"No," said Henry. "There is no chance of another storm."

"Oghtserah," said the chief, pointing to the small, harmless clouds.

"But they are too little to mean anything," said Henry, guessing from
the chief's gesture that "Oghtserah" meant clouds.

"You learn Wyandot," said the chief in the same pleasant tone. "You
learn fast. See Tegshe."

He glanced up.

"Stars?" guessed Henry.

The chief smiled again.

"It is right," he said. "You stay long with us, you learn to talk to
Wyandot. Look!"

He held up one finger.

"Scat," he said.

He held up two.

"Tindee," he said.

He held up three.

"Shaight," he said.

He held up four. "Andaught."

Five--"Weeish."