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be your man?"
But she could not understand his English tongue, and deemed that she was being trifled
with. The dumb, insensate anger of the Mate-Woman flamed in her face, and it almost
seemed to the man as though she crouched panther-like for the spring.
He cursed softly to himself and watched the fire fade from her face and the soft luminous
glow of the appealing woman spring up, of the appealing woman who foregoes strength
and panoplies herself wisely in her weakness.
"He is my man," she said gently. "Never have I known other. It cannot be that I should

ever know other. Nor can it be that he should go from me."
"Who has said he shall go from thee?" he demanded sharply, half in exasperation, half in
impotence.
"It is for thee to say he shall not go from me," she answered softly, a half-sob in her
throat.
Van Brunt kicked the embers of the fire savagely and sat down.
"It is for thee to say. He is my man. Before all women he is my man. Thou art big, thou
art strong, and behold, I am very weak. See, I am at thy feet. It is for thee to deal with me.
It is for thee."
"Get up!" He jerked her roughly erect and stood up himself. "Thou art a woman.
Wherefore the dirt is no place for thee, nor the feet of any man."
"He is my man."
"Then Jesus forgive all men!" Van Brunt cried out passionately.
"He is my man," she repeated monotonously, beseechingly.
"He is my brother," he answered.
"My father is Chief Tantlatch. He is a power over five villages. I will see that the five
villages be searched for thy choice of all maidens, that thou mayest stay here by thy
brother, and dwell in comfort."
"After one sleep I go."
"And my man?"
"Thy man comes now. Behold!"
From among the gloomy spruces came the light carolling of Fairfax's voice.
As the day is quenched by a sea of fog, so his song smote the light out of her face. "It is
the tongue of his own people," she said; "the tongue of his own people."
She turned, with the free movement of a lithe young animal, and made off into the forest.
"It's all fixed," Fairfax called as he came up. "His regal highness will receive you after
breakfast."
"Have you told him?" Van Brunt asked.
"No. Nor shall I tell him till we're ready to pull out."

Van Brunt looked with moody affection over the sleeping forms of his men.
"I shall be glad when we are a hundred leagues upon our way," he said.
* * * * *
Thom raised the skin-flap of her father's lodge. Two men sat with him, and the three
looked at her with swift interest. But her face betokened nothing as she entered and took
seat quietly, without speech. Tantlatch drummed with his knuckles on a spear-heft across
his knees, and gazed idly along the path of a sun-ray which pierced a lacing-hole and
flung a glittering track across the murky atmosphere of the lodge. To his right, at his
shoulder, crouched Chugungatte, the shaman. Both were old men, and the weariness of
many years brooded in their eyes. But opposite them sat Keen, a young man and chief
favorite in the tribe. He was quick and alert of movement, and his black eyes flashed
from face to face in ceaseless scrutiny and challenge.
Silence reigned in the place. Now and again camp noises penetrated, and from the
distance, faint and far, like the shadows of voices, came the wrangling of boys in thin
shrill tones. A dog thrust his head into the entrance and blinked wolfishly at them for a
space, the slaver dripping from his ivory-white fangs. After a time he growled tentatively,
and then, awed by the immobility of the human figures, lowered his head and grovelled
away backward. Tantlatch glanced apathetically at his daughter.
"And thy man, how is it with him and thee?"
"He sings strange songs," Thom made answer, "and there is a new look on his face."
"So? He hath spoken?"
"Nay, but there is a new look on his face, a new light in his eyes, and with the
New-Comer he sits by the fire, and they talk and talk, and the talk is without end."
Chugungatte whispered in his master's ear, and Keen leaned forward from his hips.
"There be something calling him from afar," she went on, "and he seems to sit and listen,
and to answer, singing, in his own people's tongue."
Again Chugungatte whispered and Keen leaned forward, and Thom held her speech till
her father nodded his head that she might proceed.
"It be known to thee, O Tantlatch,