When he spoke they fled precipitously a little way, then turned.

He called again, and all ran except one small lad.

Jones went into the cabin and came out with a handful of sugar in square lumps.
"Yellow Knife Indians," said Rea.

"A starved tribe! We're in for it." Jones made motions to the lad, but he remained still, as if transfixed, and his black eyes stared wonderingly.
"Molar nasu (white man good)," said Rea.
The lad came out of his trance and looked back at his companions, who edged nearer.

Jones ate a lump of sugar, then handed one to the little Indian.