"Do you know where Kentucky is?"
Little White Osage shook his head.
"No." But he pointed to the east. "There."
"Where are your father and mother?"
"There," and Little White Osage pointed to the sky.
"Do you know where St. Louis is?"
"There," and he pointed south.
"Do you know where we're going?"
"There," and he pointed north.
"When did you leave the Otoes?"
"Two days."
"Why?"
"Me—white; you white. I 'Nited States." And Little White Osage stiffened proudly.
"Bedad, spoken like a good citizen," approved Patrick Gass. "Faith, George, lad, 'twould be a shame to return him to the Injuns—to them oncivilized rascals. Can't we smuggle him aboard? An' then after we're all under way the two captains can do with him as they plaze." His gray eyes danced at the thought, and he scanned George questioningly.
George's blue eyes were twinkling.
"I dare say that on our way up river we'll meet more traders coming down, and he can be sent to St. Louis that way. But we're liable to be in a scrape, Pat, if we're found out."
"What's an Irishman without a scrape?" laughed Pat "Listen, now," he bade, to Little White Osage,
