It is all right!" The last of this was delivered with something like a leer, warning Ambrose's subconsciousness that Watusk, notwithstanding the flowery compliments, wished him no good.
"I have plenty of grain," he said warily.

"Let each woman grind for her own family." Watusk shook his head.

"Long tam ago we got stone bowls for grind wild rice in," he said.

"So many years we buy flour all the bowls is broke and throw away now." Ambrose could not deny to himself the gravity of the situation.

He was reminded afresh that he was dealing with a savage by the subtle, threatening note that presently crept into Watusk's smooth voice.
"John Gaviller say to Gordon Strange for say to me: 'Ambrose Doane got all the grain.