His cheek bones were as high and prominent as those of an Indian, and after a critical examination of the man Uncle John was impelled to ask his nationality.
"I am born in Canada, at Quebec Province," he answered.

"My father he trapper; my mother squaw.

For me, I American, sir, and my name celebrate over all the world for knowing automobile like father knows his son." He paused, and added impressively: "I am Wampus!" "Have you ever driven an 'Autocrat' car ?" asked Mr.Merrick.
"'Autocrat ?' I can take him apart blindfold, an' put him together again." "Have you ever been overland to California ?" "Three time." "Then you know the country ?" "In the dark.

I am Wampus." "Very good, Wampus.

You seem to be the man I want, for I am going to California in an 'Autocrat' car, by way of the Santa Fe Trail and--and--" "No matter.