He drew forth from it now a peculiar object, at which he gazed intently and half in curiosity, It was the little beaded shoe of the Indian woman, the very object over which this ill-fated quarrel had arisen, and which now seemed so curiously to intermingle itself with his affairs.
"'Twas a slight shield enough," he said slowly to himself, "yet it served.

But for this little piece of hide, methinks there might be two of us going home to-day to take somewhat of rest.".