"In about one month, eh?"
"Ah, ah."
"Good fishing this year?" Martin inquired.
"Good feesh? Ah, ah, mebbe so. Taku no feesh," and the Indian shook his head.
"What, not going to do any fishing?"
"No. Taku go down ribber. Taku see white man. Taku get moche."
"Oh, I see. But are you sure that the white men are there? Maybe they all went away last fall."
Again Taku shook his head, and gazed thoughtfully into the fire.
"White man no go," he at last explained. "Taku see two wan sleep ago."
"What? You saw two white men?" Martin exclaimed, now much aroused.