He doesn't keep track of figures.

He trusts alone to the white man's word, and only those who understand him, who have dealt with him for years, can be trusted not to take advantage of his faith.

That's why I buy fur--to give John his chance to live." Adare laughed, and ran a hand through his shaggy hair as if rousing himself from thought of a relentless struggle.

"But this isn't working on my foxes, is it?
On second thought I think I shall postpone that until to-morrow, Philip.

I have promised Miriam that I will have Metoosin trim my hair and beard before dinner.