As if in answer to his question, the English speaking Eskimo came creeping into the tent.
“Have you cartridges?”
“No cartridges,” said Gordon Duncan.
The man’s face fell. “White man,” he mumbled, “no got cartridges. No cartridge.”
“Listen!” said Gordon Duncan, with eyes alight. “Before the white man came, how did your people live?”
“Caribou meat. Plenty caribou.”
“How did they kill them?”
“Bow and arrow.”
“Where are your bows and arrows now?”
The man shrugged, then went through the motion of breaking something over his knees. “No good, bows and arrows. Rifles better, think mine. Think that every Eskimo.”