"Fifty new blanket?"
"Good. All right."
"Five new gun. Fifty knife. Much heap powder. Big roll cloth for squaws. What say?"
"Good. All right."
"Much pistol too. Suppose chief think of something more?"
"All right. Send Warning give it all."
"Ugh! No got 'em. No find 'em. Send Warning laugh at chief. Bad."
There was an offended look in his eyes, but Murray laid his hand on his arm, saying:
"Listen. Send Warning is white. He is a great man among his own people. He can give heap to chief. Can't find all here. Go to fort. See blue-coat chief. See traders. Get all he wants there."
"Ugh! Good. Make Talking Leaf. Send it to fort. Young brave carry it. All things come back."