"Ageter nechila," which Rea kept repeating, he knew, however, meant "musk-oxen little." The guide stared, suddenly appeared to get Rea's meaning, then vigorously shook his head and gazed at Jones in fear and horror.
Following this came an action as singular as inexplicable.

Slowly rising, he faced the north, lifted his hand, and remained statuesque in his immobility.

Then he began deliberately packing his blankets and traps on his sled, which had not been unhitched from the train of dogs.
"Jackoway ditchen hula," he said, and pointed south.
"Jackoway ditchen hula," echoed Rea.

"The damned Indian says 'wife sticks none.' He's goin' to quit us.

What do you think of thet?
His wife's out of wood.