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They discussed the matter until Wyllard suggested that he could replace any provisions his companion supplied him with from the schooner, to which Overweg agreed, and they afterwards decided to send the Siwash and one of the Kamtchadales on to the inlet with a letter to Dampier.
"Did you hear anything outside?" asked Charly. "It must be the Kamtchadales," Wyllard answered. "They went back a mile or two to lay some traps." "Then," said Wyllard, decisively, "it couldn't have been anything." Charly did not appear satisfied, and it seemed to Wyllard that Overweg was also listening, but there was deep stillness outside now, and he dismissed the matter from his mind.
"Certainly," replied the man. "You will come back with me, or shall I come to yours?" "There are several of you?" "Besides myself, two Kamtchadales." "Then," said Wyllard, "I will come with you. I have left two comrades a little further down the ravine. Will you wait until I bring them?" The stranger made a sign of assent, and sitting down upon a ledge of rock took out a cigar.
Wyllard standing still a moment looked at him steadily, and then seeing the little smile in his eyes quietly went in. After that Overweg called to one of the Kamtchadales, who came in and busied himself about the cooking lamp, while his guests sat down with a sense of luxurious content among the skins that were spread upon the ground sheet.
When we went to look for the boat she'd gone, but we hadn't much notion of getting off in her, though another time I don't remember when we gave two Kamtchadales messages we'd cut on slips of wood. Sometimes the schooners stood in along the coast." Wyllard nodded. "Dunton of the Cypress got your message," he said. "He was in difficulties then, but he afterwards sent it me."
"Did you hear anything outside?" he asked. "It would be the Kamtchadales," said Wyllard. "They went back a mile or two to lay some traps." "Then," said Wyllard, decisively, "it couldn't have been anything." Charly did not appear satisfied, and it seemed to Wyllard that Overweg was also listening, but there was deep stillness outside now, and he dismissed the matter from his mind.
Lewson went on again. "Food was scarce that season, and we got 'most nothing in the traps," he said. "Besides, there were Russians out prospecting, and that headed us off. We figured that some of the Kamtchadales who traded skins to the settlements would put them on our trail.
A few minutes later it, however, seemed to him that a shadowy form appeared out of the gloom among the firs and faded into it again. This struck him as very curious, since if it had been one of the Kamtchadales he would have walked straight into camp, but he said nothing to his companions, and there was silence for a while until Charly rose softly to his feet.
Wyllard, standing still a moment, looked at him steadily, and then, seeing a reassuring smile, went in. Overweg called to one of the Kamtchadales, who came in and busied himself about the cooking-lamp. The three famished men sat down with a sense of luxurious content among the skins that were spread upon the ground sheet. After the raw cold outside the tent was very snug and warm.
I don't know why we staked there, but Jake had always a notion that we might get across to Alaska somehow. We were way out on the ice one day when Jim fell into a crevice, and we couldn't get him out." He stopped, and sat still a while as one dreaming. "I can't put things together, but at last we came south, Jake and I, and struck the Kamtchadales again.
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