"Now, _ma mere_, I'm going out to hunt a bit for you." The old woman gazed fondly on him, and this was all Verty needed.

He rose, called the dogs, and loaded his gun.
"Good-bye, _ma mere_" he said, going out; "don't let any more of these pedlar people come here.

I feel as if that one who has just gone away, had done me some harm.

Come, Longears! come, Wolf!" And Verty took his way through the forest, still humming his low, Indian song..