"Nothing," said Kalitan.

"Leave Chetwoof to watch, I suppose," I continued Ted.

"Watch? Why?" asked Kalitan.

"Why, everything; some one will steal our things," said Ted.

"Thlinkits not steal," said Kalitan, with dignity. "Maybe white man come
along and steal from his brothers; Indians not. If we go away to long
hunt, we _cache_ blankets and no one would touch."

"What do you mean by _cache_?" asked Ted.

"We build a mound hut near the house, and put there the blankets and
stores. Sometime they stay there for years, but no one would take from a
_cache_. If one has plenty of wood by the seashore or in the forest, he
may cord it and go his way and no one will touch it. A deer hangs on a
tree where dogs may not reach it, but no stray hunter would slice even a
piece. We are not thieves."

"It is a pity you could not send missionaries to the States, you
Thlinkits, my boy," said Mr. Strong, who had come up in time to hear
Kalitan's words, "I'm afraid white people are less honest."

"Teddy, do you know we are to have some hunting to-day, and that you'll
get your first experience with a glacier."

"Hurrah," shouted Ted, dancing up and down in excitement.