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We can pitch camp in the village and acquaint our guide with our methods of doing things, Anvik, do you know how to put up tents and make camp?" "Me make Ighloo, fine Ighloo. Snow no get in, cold no get in, Innua no get in." "How about rain?" put in Stacy. "Rain no get in." "That's all right, then.
"Him sit on fire. Innua him mad, by jink!" "Is Innua the scoundrel who has been throwing sections of mountains at us?" demanded Walter. "He means the mountain spirit," explained Tad. "Don't you recall that Anvik wouldn't start out with us the first day because he said the mountain spirit was in a blue funk, or something of the sort?" "Oh, yes."
That has nothing to do with us." "He means the mountain spirits," explained the store-keeper. "Eh?" questioned Chunky. "Mountain spirits?" "He means spirits in the air," explained Butler. "We are not afraid of spirits, Anvik." "Anvik no like." "How do you know Innua is abroad?" asked the Professor, now curious to know more of the native superstitions. "See um." "Where?"
"Old Innua must have been in a rage to-night then, and we are lucky that we weren't in range of his projectiles," chuckled Tad. Beyond destroying their fire, no damage had been done to the camp. However, after the excitement no one felt like sleep, so the boys sat about the fire discussing the ice avalanche for an hour or more. Then, at the Professor's urgent insistence, they turned in.
"That's what the doctor said about a pain I had once," interjected Stacy. "But it hurt just the same." "Anvik, we would like to start this afternoon, if you are ready," announced the Professor. The Indian shook his head. "No mush to-day. Mush to-mollel." "Why not to-day?" "Innua him angry to-day." "Who is Innua?" demanded the Professor, bristling. "We do not care who is angry.
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