"We are here on the ground.

We have dogs and meat.

We'll get our calves and reach the lake as soon as he does, and we might get there before." "Mebbe we will," growled Rea.
No vacillation attended the Indian's mood.

From friendly guide, he had suddenly been transformed into a dark, sullen savage.

He refused the musk-ox meat offered by Jones, and he pointed south and looked at the white hunters as if he asked them to go with him.