"You may trust me," I answered, making her a bow--for I felt that she was a lady, although an Indian squaw; then off we set, hoping this time to reach home before nightfall.  Having completely recovered from our fatigue, we got on famously.  Mike did not forget to secure the wolf-skin; and just as the sun sank behind the trees, we were saluted by the sharp, joyous barking of Snap, Yelp, and Pop, and by the gruffer tones of Quambo, who rushed out of the hut to welcome us home.