"How do you do," both boys answered his salutation while Lucky grunted "how."
"Why, eets Lucky Hogan," the man said as he recognized the Indian who's back had been turned until he spoke.
"Oui, it's me," he said holding out his hand which the other grasped. "An' them boys dey Bob an' Jack Lakewood. Heap fine boys."
"Ver' glad know yer," the big man smiled shaking hands with them in turn. "Come in where eet be warm."
A huge stove, its sides red hot, in the center of the room made the heat seem almost stifling to the boys after the long continued cold outside.
"Whar yer go, eh?"
They were hardly inside before the man asked the question.
"We hardly know," Bob told him. "You see, we are looking for my uncle who came up here ten or twelve weeks ago and has not been heard from since. We thought you might have seen him."
"Heem name Lakewood?"
"Yes, Silas Lakewood and he was with a man by the name of Long."