Quonab shook his head, but Rolf said, “We'll come over and see them.”
A two-hours' tramp in the morning brought them to the Frenchman's cabin. He opened out his furs; several otter, many sable, some lynx, over thirty beaver—the whole lot for two hundred dollars. At Lyons Falls they were worth double that.
Rolf saw a chance for a bargain. He whispered, “We can double our money on it, Quonab. What do ye say?”
The reply was simply, “Ugh! you are Nibowaka.”
“We'll take your offer, if we can fix it up about payment, for I have no money with me and barely two hundred dollars at the cabin.”
“You half tabac and grosairs?”
“Yes, plenty.”
“You can go 'get 'em? Si?”
Rolf paused, looked down, then straight at the Frenchman.
“Will you trust me to take half the fur now; when I come back with the pay I can get the rest.”