"And I'm almost glad you can't understand me, for I couldn't lie to you worth a cent.

I understand those pictures now--and I think we're in a hell of a fix.

The Eskimos have followed you and Bram down from the north, and I'm laying a wager with myself that Bram won't return from the caribou hunt.

If they were Nunatalmutes or any other tribe I wouldn't be so sure.

But they're Kogmollocks.