"Teepee poles they not mak' hole lak' dat." "Well, I reckon a sour-dough prospector wouldn't have bothered about a tent.

Looks as if one of them was a tenderfoot.

_Qu'en pense-tu ?_" The _Metis'_ keen eyes had wandered round the camp and he nodded.

"But, yes! Dat man _sait vivre_; he lak' it comfortable." "A city man!" Thirlwell remarked, with a frown.

How many packers ?" "_Quat_," said the _Metis_.
"_Voyageurs ?_" The _Metis_ laughed scornfully as he indicated the trampled brush, broken branches, greasy papers, and scraps of food.