"We lak be ongry on the way." Ambrose swore savagely under his breath.

This was nearly hopeless.

He strode up and down, thrashing his brains for a solution.
Alexander, squatting on his heels, waited apathetically for the verdict.

He had shifted his burden to the white man.
"Where is your family ?" demanded Ambrose.
Alexander looked over his shoulder and spoke a word in Cree.

Instantly four heads appeared over the edge of the bank.