“Who is that man?” said Miss Lyndsay, turning toward Polycarp.
“Not know name.”
“Aren’t there two gentlemen fishing this reach? How much water have they?”
An Indian usually answers the last question, taking no notice of the first. “They got Mr. George—his water. From bogan up to big tree.”
“Bogan? What is that?”
“Just bogan,” said Polycarp. His descriptive powers, as well as his English, were limited. The word which puzzled her is probably an old English term. Still unsatisfied, Rose addressed the tall bowman. “What is your name, bowman?”
“Frederick, ma’am.”
“But your whole name?”
“Fairfield.” In fact, it was his middle name.
“What is a bogan, Fairfield?”