"At this hour it were folly, and I am not yet mad. Sport is only good morning and evening, is it not?"
"That is my opinion," replied the squatter.
"Mr. Samuel Dickson, one of my best friends," said George, "and I hope soon one of yours."
"I hope so; I like his looks," laughed Charbonneau.
"Thank you," said the squatter.
"It is quite unnecessary, only I don't say the same to everybody. But I have known you some time."
"If not hunting, what were you doing?" asked George.
"Something has happened at the wigwam. Three travellers, two white hunters and an Indian chief, have reached your house, and demanded hospitality," he replied.
"Of course you did not refuse?"
"Of course I did not. Besides, two of the hunters are my friends, and the other is likely to become so."