Musq'oosis saw no hope there. He shrugged. "Well—got no more to say. I moch sorry!"
Sam wished with all his heart that he would go and be done with it.
"You say goin' tak' up land here," said Musq'oosis politely. "Let me see your land."
Sam, calling to one of the boys to watch the horses, led the way across the planted ground and over the gully to his own fair field.
Musq'oosis surveyed it with bright eyes. "Ah, miwasan!" he cried. "Beautiful! There is no better land!"
"Good enough," said Sam indifferently.
"There on that little hill. You will build good house there."
"I suppose so."
"You will have porch lak Gilbert Beattie got for sittin' on. You sit in chair, and look up and down river every night. You build big barn. Have moch horse and cattle, I guess. You will be rich, all right."