Satisfied that there was none, he replaced the things as he had found them, and was grinning amiably when he rejoined Eli upon the bank.
"Come 'long up to camp," he invited, quite as though Eli were a most welcome guest.
"Give me that silver fox!" Eli's anger had mastered his surprise.
"I won't give un to you, but don't be mad, Eli," Indian Jake grinned in vast enjoyment.
"You stole un!" Eli burst out.

"And you were thinkin' to do murder!" "Did I now ?" "You did!" Indian Jake did not deign to deny or confess.

Eli, at his command, returned to camp.

Indian Jake handed him the tea-kettle.
"Fill un at the river," he directed.
While Eli obeyed silently and sullenly, Indian Jake lighted a fire, and when Eli returned put the kettle on.

Then he brought forth his frying-pan, filled it with sliced venison, and as he placed it over the fire, remarked: "Knocked a buck down this mornin'." Eli said nothing.