“My pakeha,” cried the chief, patting Don again. “Much powder; much gun.”
“Pupil of mine,” said the Englishman, smiling; “I taught him our lingo.”
“What does he mean?” said Don; “that he’d give me a big gun and plenty of powder?”
The Englishman laughed.
“No, no; he wants you to bring plenty of guns and powder ashore with you when you come.”
“When I come!” said Don, thoughtfully.
“I sha’n’t persuade you, my lad; but you might do worse. You’d be all right with us; and there are Englishmen here and there beginning to settle.”
“And how often is there a post goes out for England?”
“Post? For England? Letters?”
“Yes.”