"No, he was not after anyone. Come down out of that tree."
"Not after anyone? What is the use of your lying. If you had not shot him he would have had me in two more jumps. Is there any more of them?"
"No, there is not. He was not after you. He was running to get away from the dogs. You know I had no gun. It was the Indians who shot him. Come down here! Come down! Here is the gun which you threw away."
"I am in no particular hurry to come down. Say, Richardson, tell me how long you expect to stay in this God-forsaken country?"
"Oh, about three weeks more. Why? Do you not like Alaska?"
"Alaska is all right, but you are so bull-headed, taking a fellow into such a hole as this. Besides, there is nothing to see here."
"Haven't you seen an avalanche?"
"Avalanche? Nothing but stones rolling down hill."
"And you've seen a glacier."