The officers did not interrupt them.
As Dick looked over the side at the yellow torrent some one said beside him: "This is a whopping big river.

You don't see them as deep as this where I come from." Dick glanced at the speaker, and saw a lad of about his own age, of medium height, but powerfully built, with shoulders uncommonly thick.
His face was tanned brown, but his eyes were blue and his natural complexion was fair.

He was clad completely in deerskin, mocassins on his feet and a raccoon skin cap on his head.

Dick had noticed the Nebraska hunters in such garb, but he was surprised to see this boy dressed in similar fashion among the Kentuckians.
The youth smiled when he saw Dick's glance of surprise.
"I know I look odd among you," he said, "and you take me for one of the Nebraska hunters.

So I am, but I'm a Kentuckian, too, and I've a right to a place with you fellows.