“What do you want?” demanded Hammond sharply.
“Un-n-n-n ugh.” The Medicine Man’s eyes centred on Hammond much as they might have had he been a passing wesse-ke-jak while he gutturalled it. “Ogima Bush takes what he wants. Kaw-gaygo esca-boba?”
He turned leisurely, chuckling queerly in his throat as he uttered the question in Objibiwa.
Then he strode off into the bush quite unconcerned as to what answer Hammond might make.
CHAPTER VII
THE HILL OF LURKING DEATH
I
“Old Leather Face seems to be peeved about it, doesn’t he?”
It was Sandy Macdougal who spoke. He had returned from the cook-house unnoticed by Hammond and had evidently been an amused spectator while the dialogue was going on between Hammond and Ogima Bush.
“Did you get what he croaked at you, Hammond?” he asked.
“I caught something about him ‘taking what he wanted’ or words to that effect.”