thwest. We reached there last
autumn and stayed until a few weeks ago."

"I need not ask you if you were well treated, for your looks show
that."

"They were all our friends. We should have perished so far north had we
not found refuge among them."

"But we are forgetting our hospitality. We will have your horses looked
after. Come over by the camp for supper, which will soon be ready. That
is the finest horse I ever saw. Which of you is his owner?"

"He belongs to Deerfoot."

"Where did he get him?"

"Last year the Shawanoe's horse was hurt so badly that he had to kill
him. Soon after we came across this stallion and Deerfoot managed to
capture and tame him."

"He looks as if he might have been the king of a drove."

"He was. The Shawanoe cut him out and conquered him."

Now Deerfoot, while crossing the river, had warned the boys not to
indulge in any boasts about him, as you know they were fond of doing.
Despite his matchless prowess and skill, he disliked, above everything
else, to be paraded before others and to be forced into showing what he
was able to do. It was painful to George and Victor to be compelled to
suppress their feelings in this way, but they meant to obey their
friend, so far as they possibly could.

It was evident that neither Captain Lewis nor Clark nor any of the
listeners believed the statement just made by Victor Shelton. The
latter glanced at the Shawanoe for permission to explain. Deerfoot
wrinkled his brow and shook his head. So the explanation was not
made--just then.

The group now sauntered over to the large fire that had been kindled a
few rods back from the river bank. Three men were busy preparing the
evening meal, the others sauntering here and there, looking after the
luggage, a portion of which had been brought ashore. Deerfoot walked
over to Whirlwind, who was expecting such attention, and guided him
some distance inland, where there was plenty of succulent grass and he
could graze apart from the common herd. That equine would never lose
his pride until he died. Patting his nose and softly bidding him
good-bye, the Shawanoe hastened back to his friends, who had seated
themselves on a fallen tree on one side of the fire, while Captains
Lewis and Clark were similarly placed opposite. Two of the men were
passing around ordinary tin plates, but no knives and no forks were
called into use, one's fingers serving in their stead.

[Illustration: A Visit from Captains Lewis a