You tak' me on for your man ?" Macdonald Bhain hesitated.

LeNoir came nearer him and lowering his voice said: "I'm ver' bad man me.

I lak to know how you do dat--what you say--forgive.

You show me how." "Come to me next spring," said Macdonald Bhain.
"Bon!" said LeNoir.

"I be dere on de Nation camp." And so he was.