We have seen how she met Okoya, and how they greeted one another.

The boy's sullen manner amused her; she attributed his morose ways to the effects of an over-lively night.

Onward she went, down to the edge of the brook, then turned to the right up the course of the streamlet.

That the skies threatened to become overcast and that rain might overtake her during the day mattered little.

Whenever the Indian is bent upon the performance of some task, sunshine or rain, moonlight or snow, are matters of indifference.