He talked freely, almost cheerfully, while Quonab, with Skookum at his feet, sat silently smoking and staring into the fire.
After a long silence, the Indian turned, looked straight at the trapper, and, pointing with his pipestem to the furs, said, "How many is ours ?" Hoag looked scared, then sulky, and said; "I dunno what ye mean.

I'm a awful sick man.

You get me out to Lyons Falls all right, and ye can have the hull lot," and he wept.
Rolf shook his head at Quonab, then turned to the sufferer and said: "Don't you worry; we'll get you out all right.

Have you a good canoe ?" "Pretty fair; needs a little fixing." The night passed with one or two breaks, when the invalid asked for a drink of water.

In the morning he was evidently recovering, and they began to plan for the future.
He took the first chance of wispering to Rolf, "Can't you send him away?
I'll be all right with you." Rolf said nothing.
"Say," he continued, "say, young feller, what's yer name ?" "Rolf Kittering." "Say, Rolf, you wait a week or ten days, and the ice 'll be out; then I'll be fit to travel.