"The man is our friend." "He's a lazy good-for-nothin' and he's stole yer breakfast," protested the forest woman, as she headed off Henry and drove him back with sundry prods of her foot.
"Good morning, Mr.Horse," greeted Emma.
"Mornin'," answered the Indian briefly.
Grace by this time was shaking hands with him; then the Overland girls surrounded him and demanded to know why he had not been to see them before.
Emma started to tell Willy what a lot of trouble they had been in when Grace interjected a remark that caused Elfreda to wonder.
"Perhaps Willy Horse knows more about our late unpleasantnesses than you do, Emma," said Grace.
"Hello, old man.

How are you ?" cried Hippy, striding forward with outstretched hand.
"How do! You Big Friend.

Me make breakfast fire here." "Help yourself," urged the girls.
"All yours," added Hippy with a wave of the hand that encompassed the entire camp.
"Not includin' the guide," differed Joe Shafto.
Grace told Willy to wait until their breakfast was ready and eat with them, but the Indian shook his head and stolidly continued preparing his own breakfast.

When it was ready he ate it, then sat back and smoked his pipe.
"See other Big Friend," he finally vouchsafed.
"Tom Gray ?" questioned Grace, instantly divining who Willy meant.
The Indian nodded his head.
"Him say all right," he added after an interval of puffing.

"Say him come along bymeby.