Chapter 7. Rolf Works Out with Many Results

He is the dumbest kind of a dumb fool that ain't king in
some little corner. -- Sayings of Si Sylvanne

The man who has wronged you will never forgive you,
and he who has helped you will be forever grateful.
Yes, there is nothing that draws you to a man so much
as the knowledge that you have helped him.

Quonab helped Rolf, and so was more drawn to him
than to many of the neighbours that he had known for
years; he was ready to like him. Their coming together
was accidental, but it was soon very clear that a friendship
was springing up between them. Rolf was too much
of a child to think about the remote future; and so was
Quonab. Most Indians are merely tall children.

But there was one thing that Rolf did think of -- he
had no right to live in Quonab's lodge without contributing
a fair share of the things needful. Quonab got his living
partly by hunting, partly by fishing, partly by selling
baskets, and partly by doing odd jobs for the neighbours.
Rolf's training as a loafer had been wholly neglected, and
when he realized that he might be all summer with Quonab
he said bluntly:

"You let me stay here a couple of months. I'll work
out odd days, and buy enough stuff to keep myself any
way." Quonab said nothing, but their eyes met, and the