"Did Pete tell you about this?" and Jean touched the arrow.

"A-ha-ha. Pete tell Injun. Pete, Sam, all sam' mamma. See?"

"What, are Pete and Sam brothers?"

"A-ha-ha, all sam' mamma."

A new light now began to dawn upon Jean's mind, and she understood
certain things which had been puzzling her since yesterday afternoon.
She also recalled Dane's words when he gave her the brooch. "It is
Love's-Charm," he had said, "and it may mean more to you than you now
imagine." She realised how much it had meant to her, and no doubt it
had saved her from a terrible fate.

"You knew me by this?" she asked, again touching the arrow.

"A-ha-ha. Kitty see quick. Kitty know Dane geeve babby arrow. Pete
tell Injun."

"Didn't those Indians who carried me away from home know? Didn't Pete
tell them?"

"Dem bad Injun. Bah! Porkeepine! Fight King George!"

"What do you mean by porcupine?"

"Micmac; all sam' slasher. Fight King George."

"But all the Indians are not rebels."