"I thought you were never coming back!" Walter cried, in a tone of most
intense relief.
"Come to see mill," the Indian replied, as he seated himself and began to
eat a deer-steak which had been left near the fire.
"I am beginning to fear you will never see one of mine," the boy said,
despondently. "I have been foolish enough to think I could borrow as much
as would be needed, while money is so scarce in this province."
"Build mill next day," Sewatis said, more indistinctly than usual, because
his mouth was full of meat.
Walter understood the Indian to mean that he would continue the work on
the morrow, and was not particularly interested in the proposed labour,
for during the time he had been alone the possibility of ever getting a
sufficient capital seemed an obstacle which could not be surmounted.
"What did you do with Jim Albert? "
"Big rascal! Jim gone Castine; never come back."
"Castine, eh? Well, you took him far enough away, at all events."
"Heap rascal fetch heap money," and Sewatis drew from beneath his blanket
a bag which, on being opened, proved to be filled with gold pieces. "
Hundred pound; more Jim worth alive."
It was some time before Walter could understand the Indian's meaning, and
then the thought came that he had heard some one say the half-breed came
to Portsmouth from the Penobscot River.
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