The silent places : [a story] . lower, but glanced fromthe comer of her eye at the questioner. Answer! commanded Haukemah. 66 THE SILENT PLACES May-may-gwan, she repUed in a low voice. Oh, yes, said Dick, in English. Youre anOjibway, he went on in Cree. Yes. That explains why youre such a tearing littlebeauty, muttered the young man, again in Eng-lish. The old-men, he resumed, in Cree, have givenme this robe. Because I hold it very dear I wish togive it to that people whom I hold dearest. Thatpeople is the Crees of Ruperts House. And be-cause you are the fairest, I give you this robe sothat th
The silent places : [a story] . lower, but glanced fromthe comer of her eye at the questioner. Answer! commanded Haukemah. 66 THE SILENT PLACES May-may-gwan, she repUed in a low voice. Oh, yes, said Dick, in English. Youre anOjibway, he went on in Cree. Yes. That explains why youre such a tearing littlebeauty, muttered the young man, again in Eng-lish. The old-men, he resumed, in Cree, have givenme this robe. Because I hold it very dear I wish togive it to that people whom I hold dearest. Thatpeople is the Crees of Ruperts House. And be-cause you are the fairest, I give you this robe sothat there may be peace between your people andme. Ill-expressed as this little speech was, from theflowery standpoint of Indian etiquette, neverthelessits subtlety gained applause. The Indians grunteddeep ejaculations of pleasure. Good boy! mut-tered Sara Bolton, pleased. Dick lifted the robe and touched it to the girlshand. She gasped in surprise, then slowly raisedher eyes to his. Damn if you aint pretty enough to kiss! Pretty enough to kiss! cried Dick CHAPTER SEVEN 67 He stepped across the robe, which had fallen be-tween them, circled the girls upturned face withthe flat of his hands, and kissed her full on thelips. The kiss of ceremony is not unknown to thenorthern Indians, and even the kiss of affectionsometimes to be observed among the more demon-strative, but such a caress as Dick bestowed on May-may-gwan filled them with astonishment. The girlherself, though she cried out, and ran to hideamong those of her own sex, was not displeased; sherather liked it, and could not mis-read the admira-tion that had prompted it. Nor did the other Ind-ians really object. It was a strange thing to do,but perhaps it was a white mans custom. Theaffair might have blown away like a puff of gun-powder. But at the moment of Dicks salute, Sam Boltoncried out sharply behind him. The young woods-man instantly whirled to confront the Chippewa. He reached for his knife, explained Sam. The e
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