"Soon's I can walk I'll go and get you the rest o' that elephant."
There was no more said till they got up to the others, who had waited for the Indians to come back, and had unpacked Kaviak to spare him the jolting uphill.
O'Flynn was screaming with excitement as he saw that the bundle Nicholas was carrying had a head and two round eyes.
"The saints in glory be among us! What's that? Man alive, what is it, be the Siven?"
"That," answered Mac with a proprietary air, "is a little Esquimaux boy, and I'm bringing him in to doctor his cold."
"Glory be! An Esquimer! And wid a cowld! Sure, he can have some o' my linnyeemint. Well, y'arre a boss collector, Mac! Faith, ye bang the Jews! And me thinkin' ye'd be satisfied wid yer elephunt. Not him, be the Siven! It's an Esquimer he must have to finish off his collection, wan wid the rale Arctic cowld in his head, and two eyes that goes snappin' through ye like black torpeders. Two spissimens in wan day! Yer growin' exthravagant, Mac. Why, musha, child, if I don't think yer the dandy Spissimen o' the lot!"
CHAPTER IV
THE BLOW-OUT
"How good it is to invite men to the pleasant feast."