hills； in remote purple relief。
A long Indian arm stretched south。 The waiting eyes discerned a black speck on the green； and watched it grow。 A flatboat； with a man standing to the oars； bore down swiftly。
Not a red hand； nor a white one； offered to help the voyager in the difficult landing。 The oblong； clumsy； heavily laden boat surged with the current and passed the dock despite the boatman's efforts。 He swung his craft in below upon a bar and roped it fast to a tree。 The Indians crowded above him on the bank。 The boatman raised his powerful form erect； lifted a bronzed face which seemed set in craggy hardness； and cast from narrow eyes a keen； cool glance on those above。 The silvery gleam in his fair hair told of years。
Silence； impressive as it was ominous； broke only to the rattle of camping paraphernalia； which the voyager threw to a level； grassy bench on the bank。 Evidently this unwelcome visitor had journeyed from afar； and his boat； sunk deep into the water with its load of barrels； boxes and bags； indicated that the journey had only begun。 Significant； too； were a couple of long Winchester rifles shining on a tarpaulin。
The cold…faced crowd stirred and parted to permit the passage of a tall； thin； gray personage of official bearing； in a faded military coat。
〃Are you the musk…ox hunter？〃 he asked； in tones that contained no welcome。
The boatman greeted this peremptory interlocutor with a cool laugha strange laugh； in which the muscles of his face appeared not to play。
〃Yes； I am the man；〃 he said。
〃The chiefs of the Chippewayan and Great Slave tribes have been apprised of your coming。 They have held council and are here to speak with you。〃
At a motion from the commandant； the line of chieftains piled down to the level bench and formed a half…circle before the voyager。 To a man who had stood before grim Sitting Bull and noble Black Thunder of the Sioux； and faced the falcon…eyed Geronimo； and glanced over the sights of a rifle at gorgeous…feathered； wild； free Comanches； this semi…circle of savageslords of the northwas a sorry comparison。 Bedaubed and betrinketed； slouchy and slovenly； these low…statured chiefs belied in appearance their scorn…bright eyes and lofty mien。 They made a sad group。
One who spoke in unintelligible language； rolled out a haughty； sonorous voice over the listening multitude。 When he had finished； a half…breed interpreter； in the dress of a white man； spoke at a signal from the commandant。
〃He says listen to the great orator of the Chippewayan。 He has summoned all the chiefs of the tribes south of Great Slave Lake。 He has held council。 The cunning of the pale…face； who comes to take the musk…oxen； is well known。 Let the pale…face hunter return to his own hunting…grounds； let him turn his face from the north。 Never will the chiefs permit the white man to take musk…oxen alive from their country。 The Ageter； the Musk…ox； is their god。 He gives them food and fur。 He will never come back if he is taken away； and the reindeer will follow him。 The chiefs and their people would starve。 They command the pale…face hunter to go back。 They cry Naza！ Naza！ Naza！〃
〃Say； for a thousand miles I've heard that word Naza！〃 returned the hunter； with mingled curiosity and disgust。 〃At Edmonton Indian runners started ahead of me； and every village I struck the redskins would crowd round me and an old chief would harangue at me； and motion me back； and point north with Naza！ Naza！ Naza！ What does it mean？〃
〃No white man knows； no Indian will tell；〃 answered the interpreter。 〃The traders think it means the Great Slave； the North Star； the North Spirit； the North Wind； the North Lights and the musk…ox god。〃
〃Well； say to the chiefs to tell Ageter I have been four moons on the way after some of his little Ageters； and I'm going to keep on after them。〃
〃Hunter； you are most unwise；〃 broke in the commandant； in his officious voice。 〃The Indians will never permit you to take a musk…ox alive from the north。 They worship him； pray to him。 It is a wonder you have not been stopped。〃
〃Who'll stop me？〃
〃The Indians。 They will kill you if you do not turn back。〃
〃Faugh！ to tell an American plainsman that！〃 The hunter paused a steady moment； with his eyelids narrowing over slits of blue fire。 〃There is no law to keep me out； nothing but Indian superstition and Naza！ And the greed of the Hudson's Bay people。 I am an old fox； not to be fooled by pretty baits。 For years the officers of this fur…trading company have tried to keep out explorers。 Even Sir John Franklin； an Englishman； could not buy food of them。 The policy of the company is to side with the Indians； to keep out traders and trappers。 Why？ So they can keep on cheating the poor savages out of clothing and food by trading a few trinkets and blankets； a little tobacco and rum for millions of dollars worth of furs。 Have I failed to hire man after man； Indian after Indian； not to know why I cannot get a helper？ Have I； a plainsman； come a thousand miles alone to be scared by you； or a lot of craven Indians？ Have I been dreaming of musk…oxen for forty years； to slink south now； when I begin to feel the north？ Not I。〃
Deliberately every chief； with the sound of a hissing snake； spat in the hunter's face。 He stood immovable while they perpetrated the outrage； then calmly wiped his cheeks； and in his strange； cool voice； addressed the interpreter。
〃Tell them thus they show their true qualities； to insult in council。 Tell them they are not chiefs； but dogs。 Tell them they are not even squaws； only poor； miserable starved dogs。 Tell them I turn my back on them。 Tell them the paleface has fought real chiefs； fierce； bold； like eagles； and he turns his back on dogs。 Tell them he is the one who could teach them to raise the musk…oxen and the reindeer； and to keep out the cold and the wolf。 But they are blinded。 Tell them the hunter goes north。〃
Through the council of chiefs ran a low mutter； as of gathering thunder。
True to his word； the hunter turned his back on them。 As he brushed by； his eye caught a gaunt savage slipping from the boat。 At the hunter's stern call； the Indian leaped ashore； and started to run。 He had stolen a parcel； and would have succeeded in eluding its owner but for an unforeseen obstacle； as striking as it was unexpected。
A white man of colossal stature had stepped in the thief's passage； and laid two great hands on him。 Instantly the parcel flew from the Indian； and he spun in the air to fall into the river with a sounding splash。 Yells signaled the surprise and alarm caused by this unexpected incident。 The Indian frantically swam to the shore。 Whereupon the champion of the stranger in a strange land lifted a bag； which gave forth a musical clink of steel； and throwing it with the camp articles on the grassy bench； he extended a huge； friendly hand。
〃My name is Rea；〃 he said； in deep； cavernous tones。
〃Mine is Jones；〃 replied the hunter； and right quickly did he grip the proffered hand。 He saw in Rea a giant； of whom he was but a stunted shadow。 Six and one…half feet Rea stood； with yard…wide shoulders； a hulk of bone and brawn。 His ponderous； shaggy head rested on a bull neck。 His broad face； with its low forehead； its close…shut mastiff under jaw； its big； opaque eyes； pale and cruel as those of a jaguar； marked him a man of terrible brute force。
〃Free…trader！〃 called the commandant 〃Better think twice before you join fortunes with the musk…ox hunter。〃
〃To hell with you an' your rantin'； dog…eared redskins！〃 cried Rea。 〃I've run agin a man of my own kind； a man of my own country； an' I'm goin' with him。〃
With this he thrust aside some encroaching； gaping Indians so unconcernedly and ungently that they sprawled upon the grass。
Slowly the crowd mounted and once more lined the bank。
Jones realized that by some late…turning stroke of fortune； he had fallen in with one of the few free…traders of the province。 These free…traders； from the very nature of their calling； which was to defy the fur company； and to trap and trade on their own accountwere a hardy and intrepid class of men。 Rea's worth to Jones exceeded that of a dozen ordinary men。 He knew the ways of the north； the language of the tribes； the habits of animals； the handling of dogs； the uses of food and fuel。 Moreover； it soon appeared that he was a carpenter and blacksmith。
〃There's my kit；〃 he said； dumping the contents of his bag。 It consisted of a bunch of steel traps； some tools； a broken ax； a box of miscellaneous things such as trappers used； and a few articles of flannel。 〃Thievin' redskins；〃 he added； in explanation of his poverty。 〃Not much of an outfit。 But I'm the man for you。 Besides； I had a pal onct who knew you on the plains； called you 'Buff' Jones。 Old Jim Bent he was。〃
〃I recollect Jim；〃 said Jones。 〃He went down in Custer's last charge。 So you were Jim's pal。 That'd be a recommendation if you needed one。 But the way you chucked the Indian overboard got me。〃
Rea soon manifested himself as a man of few words and much action。 With the planks Jones had on board he heightened the stern and bow of the boat to keep out the beating waves in the rapids； he fashioned a steering…gear and a less awkward set of oars； and shifted the cargo so as to make more room in the craft。
〃Buff； we're in for a storm。 Set up a tarpaulin an' make a fire。 We'll pretend to camp to…night。 These Indians won't dream we'd try to run the river after dark； and we'll slip by under cover。〃
The sun glazed over； clouds moved up from the north； a cold wind swept the tips of the spruces； and rain commenced to drive in gusts。 By the time it was dark not an Indian showed himself。 They were housed from the storm。 Lights twinkled in the teepees and the big log cabins of the trading company。 Jones scouted round till pitchy black night； when a freezing； pouring blast sent him back to the protection of the tarpaulin。 When he got there he found that Rea had taken it down and awaited him。 〃Off！〃 said the free…trader； and with no more noise than a drifting feather the boat swung into the current and glided down till the twinkling fires no longer accentuated the darkness。
By night the river； in common with all swift rivers； had a sullen voice；