Think! Then you will be my brother-in-law and the brother-in-law of the incomparable Dove." "No! No!" exclaimed Robert hastily.
Now the laughter of the Owl was uncontrollable.

His face writhed and his sides shook.
"A lad does not recognize his own good!" he exclaimed, "or is it bashfulness?
Nay, don't be afraid, young Monsieur Lennox! Perhaps I could get the Dove to intercede for you!" Robert was forced to smile.
"I thank you," he said, "but I am far from the marriageable age myself." "Then the Dove and I are not to have you for a brother-in-law ?" said Langlade.

"You show little appreciation, young Monsieur Lennox, when it is so easy for you to become a member of such an interesting family." Robert was confirmed in his belief that there was much of the wild man in the Owl, who in many respects had become more Indian than the Indians.

He was a splendid trailer, a great hunter, and the hardships of the forest were nothing to him.

He read every sign of the wilderness and yet he retained all that was French also, lightness of manner, gayety, quick wit and a politeness that never failed.