"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. Out on plains. Up in mountains. 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."
Many Bears had seen something of that kind done, and had never ceased envying the white man's power to obtain presents by means of a little piece of paper. Murray replied,