He approached the white, or rather red man, who cocked a suspicious eye at him, and went on tearing the hide off the goat.

Hugh noticed that his hand trembled a good deal, and that a sort of foam gathered on his lips as he worked.
"Good day," said Hugh.
The man glared at him, but said nothing.
"My name is Lambton," said Hugh.

"I want to go out to the buffalo camp.
I want to find Tommy Prince, to see if he can go out with me.

Do you know where he is ?" The man put the blade of the butcher's knife between his teeth, and stared again at Hugh, apparently having some difficulty in focussing him.

Then his lips moved, and he was evidently trying to frame speech.
He said, "Boo, Boo, Boo," for a few seconds; then he pulled himself together, and said, "Wha' you want ?" "I want to get to the buffalo camp," said Hugh.