"Last fall I took a partner--Dick Burley by name--and we put in the winter among the beaver runs and mountains over to the northwest. We done so poor that I let Dick start with the pack animals for St. Louis, without me going with him. He hadn't more than half a load, and we made up our minds that we'd got to find new trapping grounds or we shouldn't make enough to pay for our salt. So me and Dick parted and I've been on the tramp for two months." "How did you make out?" asked Victor, who, having found an easy position for his aching body, felt it his duty to join in the discussion. "I hit it when I came to this part of the country. A few miles south are hundreds of beaver, foxes, otter and other critters whose furs we're after. I don't think a single one of 'em has ever been trapped. There's where me and Dick will try it next fall." "Then you will soon go home?" "I intended to start to-morrow. My horse is a little way back among the foothills, stuffing himself with enough grass to last him a week." "My brother will go with us," said the pleased Deerfoot. "If you don't feel too proud to have me for company, I'll be mighty glad to go with you." "Nothing will suit us better," said George, heartily. It was natural that he and Victor should feel profoundly grateful to the trapper. Even had he not done them so measureless a service they would have liked him from the first. It was not until the night had fully come, the evening meal eaten and the fire replenished, though the weather remained mild, that a full interchange took place among the different members of the little party. Victor suffered less from his bruises, and with his blanket wrapped about his shoulders showed no effects from his terrifying adventure. The horses were left to themselves, Jack Halloway saying that no attention need be given to his, despite the possibility of some thieving Indian making off with him. The trapper expressed unbounded admiration of Whirlwind, and could not understand how Deerfoot had ever gained such a piece of property. George and Victor did not dare to explain in the presence of the Shawanoe, but each determined to do so on the first opportunity, despite the risk of another "disciplining" at the hands of the modest youth. After Jack had smoked awhile and the chat had gone on without any special point, he turned to the Shawanoe and said: "I've seen you stealing a look at me now and then and I know what you done it for." "Yes, Deerfoot did so; but my brother cannot tell the reason." "You've been trying to find out from my looks whether I've stuck to the pledge I made you a year ago to give up drinking whiskey." "That was the reason; Deerfoot was almost but not quite certain." "Have you any doubts left?" The Shawanoe smiled. "Only a shadow."