"Do you mean that there was a price set on Jim's head?" he asked, eagerly.
"Hundred pound," and Sewatis held up the bag once more. "Now build mill."
"But I have nothing to do with that," Walter cried, as the Indian pushed
the money toward him.
"Build mill."
"But I surely can't do it with your money, you must understand that."
"Why?"
"Because it ---you know I couldn't."
"Would from white man? "
"That is different. If Master McCleary or Master Leavitt would lend it to
me, taking a mortgage to secure themselves - "
Sewatis pushed his bag toward Walter once more, and when the latter shook
his head, as if to refuse the loan, or gift, which ever it might be
called, the Indian rose to his feet, pulling his blanket more closely
around him.
"What is the matter? Where are you going?"
Sewatis pointed toward the east, and moved slowly away.
"Come back!" Walter cried, entreatingly. "Come back and help me as you did
before."
"Build mill?" and the Indian touched the bag of money with his foot.
"Do you mean that you won't stay unless I use that gold? "
Sewatis nodded.
"Suppose I did take it ?"
The Indian seated himself as if to show he would remain.
It was fully an hour before Walter spoke again, and during that time he
pondered over the matter in all its bearings.
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