At the end of two weeks, if Baree had gone away, they would have missed him--but not in the same way that Baree would have missed the beavers.

It was a matter of good-natured toleration on their part.

With Baree it was different.

He was still uskahis, as Nepeese would have said.

He still wanted mothering; he was still moved by the puppyish yearnings which he had not yet had the time to outgrow; and when night came--to speak that yearning quite plainly--he had the desire to go into the big beaver house with Umisk and his chums and sleep.
During this fortnight that followed Beaver Tooth's exploit on the dam Baree ate his meals a mile up the creek, where there were plenty of crayfish.