as such a crooked nose."

George reflected a moment and replied;

"I'll call him 'Spink;' that is short and easily remembered. I don't
think he will be offended, for he seems to be good-natured."

"We can fancy that it may mean in some language, 'He that looks Sweeter
than Honey,' and he will be delighted when we manage to make it clear
with the help of Mul-tal-la. I have the other fellow named."

"What is it?"

"Jiggers, or, The Warrior that showed Chief Taggarak all He Knows.
_That_ ought to make him proud and happy."

So the two Blackfeet who had befriended the brothers received their
names, and will be hereafter thus known when we refer to them, instead
of using the difficult titles by which they were called by those of
their own race.

From his seat opposite the door that was closed Victor had noticed a
peculiar agitation now and then of the buffalo flap. Once, when the
corner was drawn a little aside, he caught the sparkle of a bright eye,
which was instantly withdrawn, as if the owner had noticed that his
peeping was observed and he was scared. By and by the eye appeared
again, and remained longer than before.

Victor smiled and crooked his finger at the peeping Tom. A moment later
the flap was pulled aside, so as to display the head of an urchin some
ten or twelve years old. Victor had whispered an explanation to his
brother, and both looked at the boy, who had mustered up enough courage
to step inside the tepee and then paused, as if afraid to come forward.

This young Blackfoot had the broadest, chubbiest face the boys had ever
seen, and the grin on it seemed to touch each ear. He was short,
stocky, and the picture of good nature. He wore no cap, and his thick
black hair was cut so that it hung no lower than his chin on each side.
He wore a hunting shirt, leggings and moccasins that were not very
tidy, and he carried nothing in the nature of a weapon about him.

Victor and George could not restrain a laugh at the chap's appearance.
The former continued to beckon to him, and said:

"Come here, Smiler, and shake hands with your friend."

He still hesitated, and, rising to his feet, Victor walked toward him,
speaking so soothingly that the visitor kept his place, though
apparently ready to duck his head and dash outdoors. He knew nothing
about the ceremony of shaking hands, but he allowed Victor to take his
palm in his own, and to lead him back to a seat on the furs between the
brothers. A few minut