Why don't you go to the north woods, where deer are plentiful ?" The Indian gave a short shake of his head, and then to prevent further talk, "Put up your dew cloth; the sea wind blows to-night." He finished; both stood for a moment gazing into the fire.

Then Rolf felt something wet and cold thrust into his hand.

It was Skookum's nose.
At last the little dog had made up his mind to accept the white boy as a friend..