of Canadian Frenchmen that had come into that region, and of their great wickedness, passed through her mind, and she added:
"I'm sure, I don't know who you are, but I hope that you are not a Canada man."
Nattie made a move as if she would re enter the wigwam, but the youth seemed to wish to detain her yet a while longer.
"Why do you hope that I am not a Canada man?" he asked.
"Because they are enemies to us," Nattie answered.
"To you and me?"
"No; to Indians."
"Then you and I are not Indians?"
"I am not," she said.
"So I see," he answered; "yet you live with them."
"I was brought here," she said, looking uneasily toward the cabin.
"Your name is Nathalie," he said.
