“You will think differently about it when you are hungry. Remember, you are full of cheese and crackers now,” answered Rector.
“You have been out with the white men surveying, I am told,” resumed the Professor.
Anvik nodded solemnly.
“Big snow–no trail–big mountains. White men get lost. Anvik find, Anvik know trail. Anvik big pilot. Me take um to Ikogimeut when Yukon ice get hard so man can go safe with 127dog team. Big feast, big feed, tell heap big stories, big dance. Oh, heap big time. Innuit go, plenty Ingalik go. Me got pony, too. Buy um from Ingalik man.”
“According to his story he seems to be the big noise up here,” muttered Ned Rector.
“He has a pony. That is one point in his favor,” said Tad.
“Wait till you see it before you call it a pony,” advised Stacy.
“Me got gun, too. Me shoot. Bang!”
Stacy staggered back, clapping a hand to his forehead.
“I’m shot!” he cried dramatically.