"No, Carrol, that is not all. What I have to say is this. You are a friend to the red-skins?" "Yes, siree, so long as they behaves themselves, I am," promptly replied Cris. "I also am their friend," said Rody, "and want to deal fairly by them. They have, however, a foolish sort of pride that makes it difficult, especially in some matters. You know what I mean, do you not?" "Yes, I see," rejoined the hunter, in a careless drawl. "Well, in a bit of business I have with Oluski, I thought a friend might manage with him better than I could myself." The governor paused to give Carrol an opportunity of replying. The backwoodsman, however, did not avail himself of it. "So you see, Carrol," continued Elias, "I thought that you might act the part of that friend in the negotiation I allude to." "No, I don't quite see _that_," said Cris, looking up with an odd smile upon his face, and a twinkle in his eye. "But come, governor, tell me what you want done, and I'll tell you whether I kin do it." "Well, then, Carrol, I will." The governor drew his stool nearer to Cris, as if about to impart some confidential secret. CHAPTER FIVE. PLAIN SPEECH. The backwoodsman preserved a wary look, as if suspicious of an attempt to corrupt him. He was not alarmed. Cris Carrol knew himself to be incorruptible. "Well, Mr Carrol," proceeded the governor, after a pause; "you know that my settlement has prospered, and, as you may imagine, I have made money along with the rest?" "Yes, I know that," was the curt answer. "And, having now got a little ahead of the world, I feel that I have a right to indulge some of my fancies. I want a better house, for instance." "Do you, now?" said Cris. "And so I've made up my mind to build; and I want a good site. Now you see what I am driving at." "Well, no; I can't say that I do exactly." "Why, Cris, you are dull to-day. I say I want a good site for my new house." "Well, ain't you got hundreds of acres--enough and to spare for the most tremenjous big house as was ever built?" "That's true; but on all my land there's not a spot I really like. Does that seem strange to you?" "Mighty strange to me, but, perhaps, not so strange to you, governor." "But there _is_ a bit of ground, Cris," continued Elias, "that I do like exceedingly. The worst of it is it's not mine." "Why don't you buy it?" "Just what I wish to do; but the owner won't sell." "Perhaps you don't offer enough." "No; that's not the reason." "What is it, then?" "Do you know the top of the hill?" abruptly asked Rody. "What, where the Injuns make their camp?" "Yes; that's the place where I want to build. Oluski won't sell that piece of property to me. Why, I don't know." The governor did not stick very closely to the truth while talking on matters of business. "Wal, what I have I to do with that?" asked the backwoodsman.