them.

An unexpected turn came to this stately and pacific interview. Mrs. Woods
was piqued at the deference that the tall schoolmaster had shown to the
chief and his son. She walked about restlessly, cut a rod from one of the
trees with a large knife which she always carried with her, and at last
called the master aside again.

"Say, mister, here. You ain't going to take that young Injun into your
school, are you? There'll be trouble, now, if you do. Know Injuns--you
don't. You are young, but 'tain't best for you to eat all your apples
green. I've always been very particular about the company I keep, if I was
born poor and have had to work hard, and never studied no foreign
languages. I warn you!"

She raised her voice, and Benjamin heard what she had said. He suspected
her ill-will toward him from her manner, but he comprehended the meaning
of her last words.

He at first looked puzzled and grieved, then suddenly his thin lips were
pressed together; the passion of anger was possessing him, soon to be
followed by the purpose of revenge.

Mrs. Woods saw that she had gone too far in the matter, and that her
spirit and meaning had been discovered by the son of the chief. The danger
to which she had exposed herself made her nervous. But she began to act on
her old principle never to show fear in the presence of an Indian.

"Here, mister, I must go now," she said, in a loud voice. "Take this rod,
and govern your school like a man. If I were a teacher, I'd make my