The Pioneers - Robert Michael Ballantyne - Bog

The hunter finished the drumstick at this point, threw the bone into the fire, lighted his pipe, and awaited his son's answer in silence. But the son appeared to be in no hurry to reply; for, after giving his father a glance and nod, which were meant to say, "I hear and I'll consider, but I'm too much engaged just now to speak," he continued his occupation of devouring venison steaks, the sauce to which was evidently hunger. Having finished his supper and lighted his pipe he became more communicative. "Father," he said, "you have always advised me to think well before speaking." "I have, lad; it's the natur' of our forefathers an' a very good natur' too. I'd be sorry to see it go out of the family." "Well, then; I've thought my best about goin' with 'ee on this trip," returned the youth, "an' I've resolved to go on one condition-that Swiftarrow goes with us." "Why so, my son? we don't need him.