"Little Mink," came the reply, though the boy apparently had to nerve
himself to keep from running away.
"And you found me knocked out, did you? What are you doing here, Little
Mink?" Frank sat up as he spoke, though he realized that he would be
unsteady on his feet when he tried to stand.
"Teepee down by river, not far off. Little Mink have snare for rabbit.
Him go see if ketch one, find paleface here. Think dead, then him open
eyes. Good!"
Frank was amused at the air of the little fellow. He knew something
about the ways of civilized Indians, having been among them in Maine,
hence he could see that this boy was endeavoring to ape the manners of
his elders.
"Would you help me get down to your camp, Little Mink? I feel weak after
my tumble, and my own camp is far away," he said.
Now, Frank knew very well that a loud shout would, in all probability,
have fetched Jerry to the spot. He had an object in making this appeal
to the Indian lad, and watched his dusky face closely as the other
considered the proposal.
Perhaps Frank, fearing a refusal, may have put on more agony than the
state of his feelings really warranted.
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