"Where did you get your canoe?"
"Steal um," answered the Indian with the utmost complacency.
"Have you been here before?"
"Yes. Injun fish here heap. Injun go fishin' to-morrow."
"Where will you get lines and hooks."
"Me got um."
"Where did you get them?"
"Steal um," answered he again.
"We're going fishing, too," said Sam.
"You got hooks? You got lines? You got bait?"