He whined, and turned his red eyes on McCready.
In the tent Thorpe was saying: "I'm sorry old Jackpine wouldn't go back with us, Issy.

He drove me down, but for love or money I couldn't get him to return.

He's a Mission Indian, and I'd give a month's salary to have you see him handle the dogs.

I'm not sure about this man McCready.

He's a queer chap, the Company's agent here tells me, and knows the woods like a book.