Let Ambrose Doane sell his grain to me, and I give you flour.'" Ambrose, perceiving the drift, swore inwardly.
"Gordon Strange tell that in Kakisa language," Watusk went on slyly; "some hear it and tell the others.

All know now.

If my people get more hungry what can I do?
Maybe my young men steal the grain and take it to Gaviller." "If they lay hands on my property they'll be shot," said Ambrose, curtly.
Watusk spread out his hands deprecatingly.

"Me, I tell them that," he said.

"But they are so mad!" "John Gaviller is trying to use you to work his own ends," said Ambrose.
Watusk shrugged indifferently.