“You’re making a fine hunt,” he complimented. “As fine a hunt as your father could have made.”
“We’ve got a fine lot o’ fur,” admitted David, with just pride, “but we been hopin’ for a silver fox.”
“That isn’t strange,” and the half-breed smiled, in his peculiar way. “Every hunter is looking for a silver fox all the time, but not many get ’em.”
“If we don’t get un,” said David, “Andy and me have made a good hunt anyhow, and we won’t be complainin’ about un.”
“That we have,” seconded Andy.
“A fine hunt,” agreed Indian Jake.
“How have you been doin’, Jake?” asked David “You never say much about un.”
“Not so bad,” admitted Indian Jake.
“Have you got much fur?” persisted David.