"I am teenking dat perhaps he stopped at your tepee. Is dat so?" inquired old Joe, wise in the way of Indians.
Pegic nodded gravely.
"It is even so, my white brother."
"Bon. And he was a small man and gray?"
"He was."
"And carried skins on his sled?"
"Yes. Many skins and one he showed to me. It was the skin of a black fox. Truly a