The regulars can get along without you.
Go back to Detroit with me--and get your mother to let Minnetaki go with us." "Not now, Rod," said the Indian youth, taking his friend's hand.

"I won't be able to go--now.

Nor Minnetaki either.

They have been having such desperate times here that father has sent her away.

He wanted mother to go, but she wouldn't." "Sent Minnetaki away ?" gasped Rod.
"Yes.