"Och! Has not the hunter come?"
"Not yet."
"He will come presently?"
"Probably he will."
"What does my brother say now?"
"Where is that which I demanded of the chief?" the hunter said.
"The skins, the guns, and the powder, are in the rear, guarded by my young men."
"I trust to you, chief," the hunter replied, "but if you deceive me——"
"An Indian has but one word."
"That is good! Whenever you please, then."