"Good morning, Kalitan," shouted Ted to his Indian friend, whom he
spied heaping wood upon the camp-fire. "Isn't it dandy? What can we
do to-day?"

"Have breakfast," said Kalitan, briefly. "Then do what Tyee says."

"Well, I hope he'll say something exciting." said Ted.

"Think good day to hunt," said Kalitan, as he prepared things for the
morning meal.

"Where did you get the fish?" asked Ted.

"Broke ice-hole and fished when I got up," said the Thlinkit.

"You don't mean you have been fishing already," exclaimed the lazy Ted,
and Kalitan smiled as he said:

"White people like fish. Tyee said: 'Catch fish for Boston men's
breakfast,' and I go."

"Do you always mind him like that?" asked Ted. He generally obeyed his
father, but there were times when he wasn't anxious to and argued a
little about it. Kalitan looked at him in astonishment.

"He chief!" he said, simply.

"What will we do with the camp if we all go hunting?" asked Ted.