"Just so. Be nice an' friendly to him—d'ye know what a poker face is?"
"Why, of course! Everybody plays poker in Terrace City."
"Mind ye, ye're settin' in a big game right now——"
"You mean," cried the girl, "that there's a chance? A chance to beat
Orcutt yet? Oh, if you only could!"
"Well, we're still settin' in the game—me an' you, daughter. An' let's don't neither one of us throw down our hand till after the draw."
XXII
Toward evening of the fourth day after leaving the railway, the two stepped into the broad clearing that surrounded the Gods Lake post.
"Oh, real Indians!" cried Jean, as she caught sight of the dozen or more tepees that were pitched between the lake and the low log trading post.
"Aye, real Injuns, lass—an' good it is to see them again. It will be the remnant of the spring tradin'. 'Tis about over now, but always there's some of the Injuns will hang around the post all summer."
"They're cooking over open fires, and look, there comes one from the lake with some fish! Oh, don't you just love it?"