"Come, Rudolph; come show 'Nokah,'" she pleaded, pulling the young
hunter by the arm. "Come twick! he goin' away."

Rudolph suffered himself to be led. They found Po-no-kah standing alone
by a tree, fully equipped for the hunt.

He looked at the turkey and gave a grunt, not particularly flattering to
Rudolph's vanity.

"I've shot THREE!" said the boy, holding up three fingers to make his
meaning clearer.

"Ugh!" grunted the savage again. "Paleface no shoot much."

"But I'm growing," persisted Rudolph. "When I'm big, I'm going to shoot
bears and bison. Did you kill the bears to get all these claws?" he
added, pointing up to Po-no-kah's necklace, which was formed entirely of
huge bear-claws, strung through the thickest end.

"Ugh," replied the Indian, nodding his plumed head, "me shoot him."

"And these scalps," said Rudolph, shuddering as he pointed to the fringe
of human hair hanging from the buckskin leggings; "did _you_ get all
these?"

"Ugh," he answered grimly, nodding the plumes again.

"You are bad, then," exclaimed Rudolph, looking fearlessly into
Po-no-kah's eyes. "I know _you_," he added suddenly, after gazing at him
intently for an instant. "Father brought you into our kitchen last