“My father, I not think medicine man can sit in lodge and make Penaycee well by talking to the lightning. I not think what Pere La Hogue told my father, that antimoine he cure all. But my brother sent the Bear.” Chapter 52. Tellurium The chemist reached Ojeeg’s landing supposing that the chieftain’s estate extended to the shore. It had, originally, but most of it had vanished down a throat. Just now however the owner was sitting in his sailboat perfectly sober, and looking as if he owned that land down to the centre of the terrestrial sphere. “Bo-jou, bo-jou, Ojeeg.” The salutation was not returned. “May I camp for a day or two on your land?” “No!” And Ojeeg proceeded to light his pipe. “I am willing to pay for the privilege,” said Marvin, and handed over a five-dollar bill. The lighted match was still in Ojeeg’s hand, but the pipe was not yet drawing well. So he took the money, ignited it, and used it to spread a broad flame over the tobacco. But the buyer rose to the occasion. He extended his hand for the blazing paper, and lighted his own pipe. “Ojeeg, I ran up to see you about Keego. I’ll give you a thousand for that useless chunk of rock, and I have a hundred in my pocketbook to bind the bargain.” “You take your pocketbook go to hell.” The savage had learned this trite expression from Christians, for no unconverted Indian swears. But Marvin made no motion as if departing for hell. He merely sat down on the pier and began to whittle a stick. It was a green sapling with a heavy root uptorn by the flood. He trimmed the root, shaping it to look like a warclub, and felt a strong desire to punch Ojeeg’s head. For some time the silence was complete except for a kingfisher, who now and then wound his clicking reel as he darted from his perch. “You come here to rob me, you land-hog.” “Nick, you are a liar.” Ojeeg rose and disembarked. Marvin dropped his club and stood up. He stepped forward, willing to take the first blow. He got it promptly enough, and went reeling into the hazel bush where Jean had hung her lantern. He came back and delivered one good uppercut, in return for which the Indian landed square on his heart. The savage stood over him and grinned. “You break three hundred treaties. You make my grandfather drunk, you keep him in debt, so you can hang silver fox on white bitch. You take my corn-patch. I say get out. You call for troops. You shoot my dog, my baby, my wife.” Marvin staggered to his feet and hung on to the hazel. “I am going up to the house and speak to that wife. If she wants some money so that she can leave you, I’ll give it to her.” He picked up his club and disappeared in the woods. Ojeeg reciprocated. He stepped into the launch, lifted the can of gasoline, and emptied it into the swift stream.