For bringing her up.

For not shufflin' her in the bush.

You can't take it out of _her_ hide, can you ?" He twisted his red whiskers, waiting for an answer.

Alan was silent.
Mary Standish was leading the way up out of a dip in the tundra a quarter of a mile away, with Nawadlook and Keok close behind her.

They trotted up a low ridge and disappeared.
"It's none of my business," persisted Stampede, "but you didn't seem to expect her--" "You're right," interrupted Alan, turning toward his pack.