“He go tell you people he want gun, see! You tell him.”
Gaston was not disposed to be reckless.
He saw at once that if he could not gain all the pie at least a piece would be better than nothing at all.
He realized that if his friends were thus notified of his predicament they would adopt some speedy plan for his rescue.
So he said:
“Very well, chief. Send your man to my friends. They will give you guns, and then you shall set me free.”
The Esquimaux now all seemed to be waiting for the return of their courier.
Frank had just finished his job of repairing the machinery when the Esquimaux’ messenger arrived.
“Well, you greasy rascal, what do you want?” he asked.
“Heap gun!” was the reply. “Mebbe you give me, mebbe no kill you man. See?”