"Where you come from now?" he inquired, finally.
"Tschi-gammi[5]."
[5] Lake Superior.
This was understandable. Remained only the object of an expedition of this peculiar character. Sam Bolton knew that the Indian would satisfy himself by surmises,—he would never apply the direct question to a man's affairs,—and surmise might come dangerously near the truth. So he proceeded to impart a little information in his own way.
"You are the hunter of this district?" Sam asked.
"Yes."
"How far do you trap?"
The Indian mentioned creeks and rivers as his boundaries.
"Where do you get your debt?"
"Missináibi."