The Boy was turning back the covers, and balancing a moment on the side of the bunk.
"Sett'n on a swee' p'tater vine, swee' p'ta—"
"Great Caesar's ghost!" He jumped up, and stood staring down at the sleeping Kaviak.
"Ah—a—didn't you know? He's been left behind for a few days."
"Yes, I can see he's left behind. No, Colonel, I reckon we're in the Arctic regions all right when it comes to catchin' Esquimers in your bed!"
He pulled the furs over Kaviak and himself, and curled down to sleep.
CHAPTER V
THE SHAMÁN.
"For my part, I have ever believed and do now know, that there are witches."—Religio Medici.