"Oui, all for a pup!"
"You deserve to get that dog. Now, these half-breeds you describe dropped in here in June behind the Mistassini brigade, and traded their fur. Then they started north after dogs."
"Dey were onlee a day ahead of me up de coast."
"Queer I haven't seen 'em here yet. Pierre!" Cameron called to a Company man passing the trade-house. "Have those two Mistassini strangers who went north in June, got back yet?"
"No, but Albert meet dem in Gull Bay two day back. Dey have one pup dey trade from Huskee!"
"There you are, Marcel! Your men crossed over to Hannah Bay to hunt geese. They'll be here in a week or two on their way up-river. You wait here and we'll get your dog when they show up."
"T'anks, M'sieu Cameron!" The dark eyes of Jean Marcel snapped. At last he was closing in on his quarry. "I weel go to Hannah Bay now and get my dog."
"Two to one, lad! They may get the best of you, and I've no men to spare; they're all away goose hunting. You'd better wait here."
"M'sieu, André Marcel would go alone and tak' his dog. I, hees son, also weel tak' mine."
"Good Lord! André Marcel would have skinned them alive—those two. Well, good luck, Jean! but I don't like your tackling those breeds alone."