To find the dog is one thing, to find the
owner another; but they drew near at last. Rolf gave the three
yelps and Quonab responded.
"I am done with that crowd," said the boy. "They tried to kill
me tonight. Have you got room for me in your wigwam for a couple
of days?"
"Ugh, come," said the Indian.
That night, for the first time, Rolf slept in the outdoor air of
a wigwam. He slept late, and knew nothing of the world about him
till Quonab called him to breakfast.
Chapter 6. Skookum Accepts Rolf at Last
Rolf expected that Micky would soon hear of his hiding place and
come within a few days, backed by a constable, to claim his
runaway ward. But a week went by and Quonab, passing through
Myanos, learned, first, that Rolf had been seen tramping
northward on the road to Dumpling Pond, and was now supposed to
be back in Redding; second, that Micky Kittering was lodged in
jail under charge of horse-stealing and would certainly get a
long sentence; third, that his wife had gone back to her own
folks at Norwalk, and the house was held by strangers.
All other doors were closed now, and each day that drifted by
made it the more clear that Rolf and Quonab were to continue
together.
Pages:
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44