"Well, it doesn't seem possible. It must be mighty dry up here. It would seem colder than this at that temperature in Maine and it's pretty dry there."
"Wait till it gets fifty below thin yer'll know it's cold," Pete laughed.
"We've seen it forty below in Maine," Bob told him.
Just then the front door opened and a man stepped in and, after looking about for a moment, came over toward the office. That he was an Indian there could be little doubt. Tall and straight as an arrow his coal black hair and piercing black eyes gave to him a dignity which at once caught their attention. At the same time there was that about the man which inspired trust and this they both felt instinctively.
"Sam say you want see Injun heap queek," he said as he stood before them.
"An' Sam said jest right, begorra. Lucky, this is Cap'n Blake, you've prob'ly seen him, but yer niver saw these two byes afore an' I want yer should understand as how they're particular friends uv mine. They saved Cap'n Frank's life that's what they did."
Both boys had risen from their chairs as Pete started his introduction and now they both held out their hand with a smile.
"Injun heap glad know friends of Pete's an' Cap'n Frank, heem heap fine man. Injun know heem long time. Heem good to Injun."
"Now I remember hearing Frank speak of you," the captain said as he in turn shook the Indian's hand. "It seems rather strange that I've never met you before."
"Cap'n Frank, your brother?" the Indian asked.