"Good!" Taku ejaculated, looking at Martin. "Fine squaw, eh?" and he motioned towards Quabee.
Martin nodded.
"You teach 'um all sam' white man, eh?" Taku continued.
"What's that?" Martin inquired. "Me no savvey."
"You mak' 'um spik all sam' white man?"
"Oh, I see. You want to speak white man's tongue? you want to talk as I do?"
"Ah, ah, all sam'."
"Maybe so," was the slow reply. "I'll think it over. You come in the morning."
"You mak' Injun sling, eh?"
"Do what?"