"It will be no easy job, but we shall do our best.

Here, Chief," he cried, "get some of your young men to pitch another tent in a clean place." The Chief, eager though he was to assist, hesitated.
"No young men," he said.

"Get squaw," and departed abruptly.
"No young men, eh ?" said Cameron to his wife.

"Where are they, then?
I notice there are no bucks around." And so while the squaws were pitching a tent in a spot somewhat removed from the encampment, Cameron poked about among the tents and wigwams of which the Indian encampment consisted, but found for the most part only squaws and children and old men.

He came back to his wife greatly disturbed.
"The young bucks are gone, Mandy.