Wabi replied with a whoop of pleasure and fired his gun into the air.
"It's Minnetaki!" he cried.

"She said she would watch for us and come out to meet us!" Minnetaki! A little nervous thrill shot through Rod.

Wabi had described her to him a thousand times in those winter evenings at home; with a brother's love and pride he had always brought her into their talks and plans, and somehow, little by little, Rod had grown to like her very much without ever having seen her.
The two canoes swiftly approached each other, and in a few minutes more were alongside.

With a glad laughing cry Minnetaki leaned over and kissed her brother, while at the same time her dark eyes shot a curious glance at the youth of whom she had read and heard so much.
At this time Minnetaki was fifteen.

Like her mother's race she was slender, of almost woman's height, and unconsciously as graceful as a fawn in her movements.