He lay on the ground, his great head between his paws, and moodily watched the boys.

Several hours had passed; it was night, at the camp-fire; still no words had been spoken.
Finally Whitey stopped looking into the fire and stood up straight.
"Injun, where's the spade ?" he asked.

"I've got something to do." Injun answered Whitey's question, but asked none of his own.

"Me go help," he said.
With Sitting Bull as a passenger, they paddled the canoe back over the moonlit lake until they came to the run.

And the two boys dug a grave for Miss Deer, and laid her in that grave just as she fell, and covered it with a pile of stones so the coyotes couldn't touch her.