As we wished these articles to go together, nothing remained but to drive a new bargain for them.

Raed, therefore, took one of our large jack-knives from his pocket, and, opening it, pointed to the paddle, and again said _chymo_.
They all _negga-mai-ed_, giving us to understand that it wouldn't be a fair trade; in other words, that they couldn't afford it: and the owner of the paddle kept repeating the work _karrack_ deprecatingly.
"What in the world does _karrack_ mean ?" Raed asked, turning to us.
Nobody knew.
"_Karrack ?_" queried he.
"_Karrack, karrack!_" was the reply.
"_Karrack, karrack, karrack!_" they all cried, pointing to the paddle and also to the bulwarks.
"They mean _wood!_" exclaimed the captain.

"Corliss, bring up two or three of those four-foot sticks such as we are using for firewood." It was brought, and thrown down on deck.
"_Karrack, karrack!_" they all exclaimed, and fell to laughing in a most extraordinary way, making a noise which seemed to come from low down in their stomachs, and resembled the syllables _heh-heh_, or _yeh-yeh_, over and over and over.

Raed pointed to the three sticks of wood, and then to the paddle, with another "_chymo_." That was _tyma_; for they all nodded and _heh-hehed_ again.
"A trade," said the captain.

"Now for the harpoon and line." These we got for a bar of iron and another stick of wood.