he following day.

CHAPTER FIVE.

TONY BECOMES A REDSKIN, AND THE PURSUERS CHANGE THEIR GAME.

When Petawanaquat joined the band of Indians, of whom we left Victor
Ravenshaw and his comrades in eager pursuit, he deemed it advisable for
various reasons to alter the costume and general appearance of his
captive, and for that purpose took him to a sequestered spot in the
bushes outside the camp.

Poor Tony had at first shrunk from his captor with inexpressible horror,
but when he found that the Indian did not eat him his mind was calmed.
As time advanced, and he perceived that Petawanaquat, although stern and
very silent, took much pains to assist him on his long marches, and,
above all, fed him with a liberal hand, his feelings changed
considerably, and at last he began to regard the taciturn red man with
something like fondness. Petawanaquat made no positive effort to gain
the child's affections; he never fondled him, and seldom spoke, save for
the purpose of giving a brief command, which Tony always obeyed with
miraculous promptitude. The utmost that can be said is that the savage
was gentle and supplied his wants. Could a civilised man have done much
more?

It may be well to remark in passing that Tony, having associated a good
deal with Indian boys in Red River, could speak their language pretty
well. The Indian, of course, spoke his own tongue correctly, while Tony
spoke it much as he spoke his own--childishly. As the reader probably
does not understand the Indian language, we will give its equivalent as
spoken by both in English.

On reaching the sequestered spot above referred to, Petawanaquat sat
down on a fallen tree and made the wondering child stand up before him.

"The white man's boy must become an Indian," he said solemnly.

"How zat poss'ble?" demanded the child with equal solemnity.

"By wearing the red man's clothes and painting his face," returned his
captor.

"Zat'll be jolly," said Tony, with a smile of hearty approval.

How he expressed the word "jolly" in the Indian tongue we cannot tell,
but he conveyed it somehow, for the Indian's lips expanded in a grim
smile, the first he had indulged in since the day of the abduction.

The process by which Tony was transformed was peculiar. Opening a
little bundle, the Indian took therefrom a small coat, or capote, of
deer-skin; soft, and of a beautiful yellow, like the skin of the
chamois. It was richly ornamented with porcupine-quill-w