"No belong state."
"Who, then?"
"Belong Chief Iron-Toe. Him Chippewa chief—Big Chief."
Lieutenant Wingate became instantly alert.
"Are you positive of that, Willy?"
The Indian nodded.
"Do you know the gentleman with the iron toe?"
"Him my father."
Hippy was a little taken back by the answer, but his eagerness for more information overcame what might have become embarrassment.
"Your father! Do you think he would sell the section?" he asked eagerly.