"But they will come, never fear," said Jadwin. "I've made no mistake."
"Somebody coming now!" shouted James Morris, who was near the gate. A
moment later an Indian came strolling along the bank of the river.
Evidently he had expected to find the gate to the stockade wide open.
Seeing it closed, he hesitated for a moment.
"Hoola! hoola!" he shouted. "Brown Bear come to trade!"
"Where are your furs?" asked James Morris, mounting some steps so that he could see over the gate.
"Furs in canoe on river," answered Brown Bear. His eyes were full of distrust and suspicion.
"You are one of the Wanderers, I believe," said James Morris. "You trade with the French, not with the English."
"Trade with English now," said the red man doggedly.
"You can't trade here, so pass on."
"No take furs from Brown Bear?"
"No."