"Do you mean muskrat?"

"A-ha-ha. White man call'm 'Injun turkey.' Good."

"You are a great man, Sam. You saved my life, and now you are saving
the lives of those poor people."

"Sam glad," was the quiet reply. "Sam King George man. Sam help King
George peep'l."

Jean went over and explained to the Loyalists Sam's idea about building
the new abodes. They were much pleased at this suggestion, and the men
at once followed Sam to the spot he had chosen, and began work. After
he had given them full instructions, and helped them to make a start
upon their new homes, he provided himself with a small supply of food,
and started forth upon a hunting expedition. He took with him his sled
and a single blanket.

"Will you be away all night?" Jean asked as she stood watching him ere
his departure.

"Mebbe. See bimeby."

"Don't stay too long, Sam, for if you do we shall all starve. Kitty
says that we have very little food left."

The Indian smiled as he stooped and arranged his right snow-shoe.

"Kitty no starve, Babby no starve," he replied. "Sam come bimeby.
Plenty grub."