"I hope that in all our travels we shall see neither a grizzly bear nor an Indian." "And I hope for nothing of the sort," rejoined Basil.

"I long to have a crack at a grizzly; and as for Indians, I haven't the least fear of them, so long as I carry this." As Basil made this remark, he drew out the little beaded case from his bosom, held it up a moment, and then returned it to its place again.
"Now, brother," cried Francois, "tell as about that pouch, and how it is to save us from Indians.

I am really curious to know." "Not now, my boy," replied Basil, with a patronising air.

"Not now.

We must prepare our supper, and get to sleep.