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"To-morrow you go with Lieutenant Wilkinson."
"No," answered Stub. He had been afraid of that.
"Yes. You go with him, to the United States. That is best."
"No." And Stub shook his head.
"Why not?'
"No go. Stay with you."
"Don't you want to be an American, and see the towns of the Great Father?"
"Be an American here," answered Stub.
"We do not stay here. We go on, a long way, up the river, to the mountains."
"Yes," said Stub.
"You will be cold."
"Don't care."
"You will be hungry."
"Don't care."
"We may all die."
"Don't care."
"The Osage were afraid. The Pawnee were afraid. You are not afraid?"
"No. No Osage, no Pawnee; American. March, hunt, fight, stay with you," Stub appealed, eagerly.
