"I'm not well, and I require a little rest.

Call him in." No sooner had the Indian entered than to Philip's astonishment the little doctor began talking rapidly to him in Cree.

The guide's eyes lighted up intelligently, and at the end he replied with a single word, nodded, and grinned.

Philip noticed that as he talked a slight flush gathered in the doctor's smooth cheeks, and that not only by his voice but by the use of his hands as well he seemed anxious to impress upon his listener the importance of what he was saying.
"He'll start back for Chippewayan this afternoon," he explained to Philip a moment later.

"The dogs and sledge are mine, and he says that he can make it easily on snow-shoes." Then he lighted his cigarette and added suggestively, "He can't understand English." The Indian had caught a glimpse of Philip's belt and holster, and now muttered a few low words, as though he were grumbling at the stove.