"Heem say oui," Lucky announced as soon as he had given the invitation and received his answer.
"Then I reckon we might as well be getting back to camp."
"Oui, we go."
They arrived back at camp just as it was getting dark and Lucky directed the stranger to make himself at home. The Eskimo took in the location of the camp at a glance and then drove his dogs to a thicket a few yards away where he quickly located them for the night.
"Heem no dare put heem dog near ours, fear dem fight," Lucky explained.
"He seems to be a sort of a grouch," Jack declared a little later as he noted how the stranger persisted in keeping much to himself.
"Probably he's bashful," Bob smiled.
But his shyness vanished quickly as soon as supper was ready and he ate with great relish the food which Lucky heaped on his plate.
"Too bad we haven't any candles to offer him," Jack laughed.
"He seems to be doing very well as it is," Bob laughed back.