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"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.
"S'pose you take talk-talk paper by Kadiak, we give-um one rifle." The chief grinned broadly and reached out his hand to take Rob's rifle from him, but the latter drew it back. "No give-um rifle now," he insisted. "When bidarka go, you take-um talk-talk paper, we give-um rifle. No! No give-um rifle now. We keep-um boy here all right, all right, all right. No keep-um boy, no give-um rifle.
"Do you think that'll do all right, boys?" he asked. The others nodded assent, and so each signed his name. Folding up the paper and tying it in a piece of the membrane which he cut off a corner of his kamelinka, Rob finally gave the packet to the old chief. "Plenty talk-talk thing," he said. "You bring peoples get-um schooner my peoples give-um flour, sugar, two rifle, hundred dollars."
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