In another minute he was away, and Jean turned her attention to the
building of the lean-to. As the Indian woman began to prepare supper,
Jean longed to take some of the meat to the needy ones. But it was so
small that it would be of little use. She could only hope that Sam
would return with a good supply of birds.

Neither was she disappointed, for shortly after dark the Indian
appeared carrying several plump partridges he had snared. These were
soon prepared and speedily cooked, so this night the Loyalists had a
better supper than usual.

Sam now directed his attention to the rude abodes, and as he examined
them he emitted several grunts of disgust. Early the next morning he
found an excellent camping-spot, and took Jean over to see it.

"Good camp here," he told her. "Plenty tree, plenty wood."

"Will you help those people to build new lodges?" she asked.

"A-ha-ha, Sam help."

"And can you get more meat? Perhaps you can shoot a moose."

"Sam get feesh bimeby. Kai-u-hus, mebbe."

"What is that?"

"All sam' rat. Swim in water, build house."