"Make much cheap trade. Buffalo skin, too, an' bear."
"Bring them up till I see them."
"White man open gate."
"Show me your buffalo and bear skins," was all James Morris would answer.
With a grunt of disgust Brown Bear walked away and disappeared among the bushes.
"Do you think he really has the furs?" asked Henry. "I don't."
"No, Henry. He came to report what we were doing. He is a spy. We'll see some more of them soon."
[Illustration: 'Where are your furs?' asked James Morris]
Mr. Morris was right; half an hour later another Indian, accompanied by
Louis Glotte, came into view from over the hill.
"Open the gate! Want to trade!" cried the Indian.