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Rob shrugged his shoulder and pointed toward the mountains, as though he did not know where the refugee might be. After awhile the old native produced from under his coat three handsomely made kamelinkas, or rain-proof coats, made of membranes. He pointed to the clothing of the boys and made signs of rain. "You like-um?" he asked. "Me like-um lifle." Rob shook his head, but the old man persisted.
"My peoples go now," he said. "Me like-um lifle." "When you go Kadiak?" asked Rob. "Maybe seven week, four week, ten nine week all light, all light, all light," said the chief, amiably. "You make-um talk-talk ting. Give me! You give-um lifle now." Rob turned to the other boys. "We'll hold a council," said he. "Now, what do you think is best to do?" The others remained silent for a time.
Finally Rob was seized of a happy idea. "S'pose you go Kadiak," he said. "You come back with schooner, maybe so we give one rifle, two rifle." This had precisely the opposite effect from that intended. The chief guessed that, after all, the boys did not know when any boat would come for them. The cunning eyes of the native grew ugly now. "My barabbara!" he said. "You go. S'pose you no give lifle!
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