Like a good submissive squaw, she made no objection, though the expression of her face showed that she felt much anxiety.
“Who goes with you?” she asked.
“No one.”
“Is it wise to go alone?” she ventured to suggest.
“It may not be wise, but no one would go with me, I know, and I am determined to find Adolay!”
“How will you travel?”
“With a sledge and four dogs. That will enable me to carry food enough for a long journey. I will take my gun, of course.”
“But what will you do for fire?” objected Isquay; “there are no woods on the ice.”
“I will do without it.”
The poor woman was so amazed at this reply that she gave up further questioning.