"Sling, all sam' dis," and Taku began to hum the air of a tune he had learned.
"Where did you hear that?" Martin asked somewhat sharply.
"At post. White squaw mak' beeg box sling all sam' dis," and the Indian tapped upon the floor with his fingers, imitating some one playing an organ.
"And did she sing, too?" Martin questioned.
"Ah, ah."
"And you savvey it, eh?"
"Ah, ah. Me sling all sam' white squaw. Me no savvey talk," and he shook his head in a disconsolate manner.
"You want to savvey the words, do you?"
"Ah, ah."
"Well, then, I shall think about it. You come to me in the morning. Savvey?"