Their cool, "Hello, Jack, are you back ?" was little but a passing recognition.

One of them was persuaded to take Rolf's place in carrying Hoag to his cabin.

Yes, his folks were there, but they did not seem overjoyed at his arrival.

He whispered to the boy, who sullenly went out to the river and returned with the rifle, Rolf's rifle now, the latter supposed, and would have taken the bundle of furs had not Skookum sprung on the robber and driven him away from the canoe.
And now Hoag showed his true character.

"Them's my furs and my canoe," he said to one of the mill hands, and turning to the two who had saved him, he said: "An' you two dirty, cutthroat, redskin thieves, you can get out of town as fast as ye know how, or I'll have ye jugged," and all the pent-up hate of his hateful nature frothed out in words insulting and unprintable.
"Talks like a white man," said Quonab coldly.