defiance.

The girl belonged distinctly to the more attractive type; it required
but little imagination to endow her with real beauty. Her figure was
straight and slim and well-proportioned, her eyes large, her face oval
and quite devoid of the broad, high-cheeked stupidity so common in
the northern races. At the moment she flashed like a brand with
quick-breathed anger and fear.

[Illustration: The child uttered a sharp cry of fright]

Dick looked at her at first with amazement, then with mingled admiration
and mischief. He uttered a ferocious growl and lowered his shoulders as
though about to charge. Immediately the defiance broke. The girl turned
and fled, plunging like a rabbit into the first shelter that offered,
pursued by shrieks of delight from the old squaws, a pleased roar from
Dick, and the laughter of the Indian men themselves.

"May-may-gwán[2]," said the oldest Indian, naming her, "foster sister to
the boy you had caught."

[Footnote 2: The Butterfly.]

"She is Ojibway, then," exclaimed Dick, catching at the Ojibway word.

"Ae," admitted the Cree, indifferently. Such inclusions of another
tribe, either by adoption or marriage, are not uncommon.

At this moment the third Indian approached.