His ways could never become their ways.

But the fresh deer meat looked very good, and the pleasant aroma filled his nostrils.

Braxton Wyatt noticed his face.
"Are you hungry, Paul ?" he asked.
"No, not hungry; merely starving to death." Wyatt laughed.
"I'm in the same condition," he said, "but I can soon change it." He spoke to Red Eagle, and the thin-faced chief nodded.

Then Braxton picked up two sharpened sticks that the savages had used, and also two large pieces of venison.

One stick and one piece he handed to Paul.
"Now we also will cook and dine," he said.
Paul's heart warmed toward Braxton Wyatt.