"Miss Malotte told us about him at dinner."
"Oh!"
"By-the-way, what kind of a looking feller is he?" asked Fraser.
"He's fine, han'some man," said Chakawana. "Nice fat man. Him got hair like—like fire."
"He's fat and red-headed, eh? He must be a picture."
"Yes," agreed the girl, rather vaguely.
"Is he married?"
"I don't know. Maybe he lie. Maybe he got woman."
"The masculine sex seems to stand like a band of horse-thieves with this dame," Fraser remarked to his companion. "She thinks we're all liars."
After a moment, Chakawana continued, "Where you go now?"