Had he been dwelling among the whites, he would have befriended any hapless prisoner that might be in their power as he intended to befriend the poor girl with whom he had just been conversing.
It was about noon when he reached his own wigwam.

He looked in, and seeing that the fish had been cooked and was ready, told his wife that he didn't feel very hungry and he guessed he would take a short walk for his health.

She, however, ordered him at once to take his place inside and eat his dinner.

The henpecked husband dared not refuse, and he was accordingly compelled to take part in the meal, while constantly occupied in thinking that the Huron was waiting for him; but, as patience is one of the cardinal virtues of the North American Indian, Hans was sure of finding him at the rendezvous upon his return.
Some twenty minutes later, Hans Vanderbum was at the tree, where he had first caught sight of Oonomoo.

It was not long before the latter came from his concealment, and, after exchanging words upon unimportant subjects, for the purpose of concealing his curiosity, he inquired in regard to Miss Prescott.
"She tells me to tell you dat she's dere, and is hopeful, and ain't hurt, and hopes you won't hurt yourself to git her away." "Oonomoo won't hurt his self--Shawnee won't hurt Oonomoo--he git gal away too." "Oh, I like for to forgot.