Rand laughed. “Yes. The other clothes you saw him in, he wears only when he goes to a trading post for supplies. In his own natural habitat, old Willison is almost as wild as he looks.”
“Then Brennan and McCallum sent him to frighten us?” asked Sandy.
“Undoubtedly.”
Toma edged closer, waiting for a chance to break into the conversation. Corporal Rand noted his look.
“Yes, Toma, what is it?” he asked kindly.
The young Indian put his hand to his stomach and grinned.
“If you got some tea, corporal,” he hinted, “I like ’em get your kettle and put some water over the fire. No taste tea for over two weeks.”
“Just fish and rabbits,” grunted Sandy.
“And don’t forget the clams and porcupine,” appended Dick.