“Where did you shoot him?”
White Cloud pointed vaguely toward the mountains.
“How far? Two, three, four miles?” inquired Cameron, holding up his fingers.
“Huh!” grunted the Indian, holding up five fingers.
“Five miles, eh? Big deer, too,” said Cameron, pointing to the ribs.
“Huh!”
“How did you carry him home?”
The Indian shook his head.
“How did he carry him these five miles?” continued Cameron, turning to Trotting Wolf.
“Pony,” replied Trotting Wolf curtly.