“Stacy, do restrain yourself until we get out on the trail again,” begged the Professor.
“Me make snare. Me catch big game in snare. Me heap big pilot. Me Ingalik.”
“Have some cheese,” urged Chunky, passing a chunk to the now squatting Indian.
Without the least change of expression the Indian thrust the chunk into his mouth and permitted it to lie there, bulging out the right cheek.
“Do you think this man will do, sir?” asked Professor Zepplin, turning to the store-keeper.
“He will have to if you want a guide. He is the only fellow here who has ever acted in that capacity, so far as I know.”
128“We would prefer to have a white man.”
The proprietor shook his head.
“White men mostly are up in the gold country, Dawson, Nome, all over.”
“Isn’t there gold in this part, too?” questioned Tad.