"You know damned well what he says!" he answered scornfully.
Strange swallowed it.

"Is there any answer ?" he asked.
"No!" said Ambrose.
The half-breed's curiosity overcame his prudence.

"What are you going to do ?" he asked slyly.
Ambrose strode out of the store without answering.
The two men paddled back to Grampierre's place in silence.

Simon with native tact, forbore to ask questions.

Such is the potency of the white man's eye that the leader of the breeds had unhesitatingly yielded the direction of affairs to the youth who was little more than a third of his age.
Upon landing, Ambrose pointed to the lookout bench.