"The Great Company always gives me a pipe," replied the hunter.
The runner for the free trader, not to be outdone, gave him a pipe.
"I suppose," began Oo-koo-hoo, "that your heart is glad to see me."
"Yes," replied Gibeault, "and I want to get some of your fur."
"That is all very well, but I will see which way you look at me," returned the Indian.
"Have you much fur?" asked the half-breed.
"I have enough to pay my debt to the Great Company."
"Yes, I know, but you will have some left, and I want to do business with you, so bring out your furs and I will treat you right."
"That sounds well, but you must remember that though the Great Company charges more, their goods are the best goods, while yours are all cheap rubbish."
Thinking the opportunity a favourable one, Gibeault assumed an air of friendly solicitude and said: