Who cut off this timber, Willy ?" indicating the cutting that he and Tom had first discovered.
"Not know.

Somebody steal um." "That is what Captain Gray says.

Perhaps it was cut by a new owner--someone who has bought this plot, Willy." The Indian, gazing on the stumps in the clearing with expressionless eyes, shook his head slowly.
"This section belongs to the state, I think," ventured Hippy.
"No belong state." "Who, then ?" "Belong Chief Iron-Toe.

Him Chippewa chief--Big Chief." Lieutenant Wingate became instantly alert.
"Are you positive of that, Willy ?" The Indian nodded.
"Do you know the gentleman with the iron toe ?" "Him my father." Hippy was a little taken back by the answer, but his eagerness for more information overcame what might have become embarrassment.
"Your father! Do you think he would sell the section ?" he asked eagerly.
"No sell." "But I wish to buy it, Willy." "You buy ?" questioned the Indian, regarding Lieutenant Wingate thoughtfully.
"Yes." "You Big Friend.

Me fix." "Do you mean it ?" "Me fix." "Good.