Rolf was puzzling over means to get an outfit, canoe, traps, axes, and provisions.

The boy broke silence.
"Quonab, we must have money to get an outfit; this is the beginning of harvest; we can easily get work for a month.

That will feed us and give us money enough to live on, and a chance to learn something about the country." The reply was simple, "You are Nibowaka." The farms were few and scattered here, but there were one or two along the lake.

To the nearest one with standing grain Rolf led the way.

But their reception, from the first brush with the dog to the final tilt with the farmer, was unpleasant--"He didn't want any darn red-skins around there.