“Oh,” said Nick.

“I see,” Nick said.

“I know,” said Nick.

“Where are we going, Dad?” Nick asked.

Nick lay back with his father’s arm around him.

“This lady is going to have a baby, Nick,” he said.

Nick watched his father’s hands scrubbing each other with the soap.

Nick heard the oarlocks of the other boat quite a way ahead of them in the mist.

“Oh, Daddy, can’t you give her something to make her stop screaming?” asked Nick.

She screamed just as Nick and the two Indians followed his father and Uncle George into the shanty.

Nick’s father ordered some water to be put on the stove, and while it was heating he spoke to Nick.

Nick’s father went into the kitchen and poured about half of the water out of the big kettle into a basin.

Nick and his father got in the stern of the boat and the Indians shoved it off and one of them got in to row.