"What did they say about the gold, Taku?"
The native paused at his work, and mused for a while.
"Talk moche," he at length slowly replied. "No savvey beeg hole."
"What hole?"
"Up Quaska."
"They asked you, did they? You told them?"
"Ah, ah."
"That I made the holes?"
"Ah, ah."
"And did you tell them where I put the gold?"