"What's your name?" he asked.

"Kalitan," was the answer. "They call me Kalitan Tenas;[1] my father
was Tyee."

[Footnote 1: Little Arrow.]

"Where is he?" asked Ted. He wanted to see an Indian chief.

"Dead," said Kalitan, briefly.

"I'm sorry," said Ted. He adored his own father, and felt it was hard on
a boy not to have one.

"He was killed," said Kalitan, "but we had blood-money from them," he
added, sternly.

"What's that?" asked Ted, curiously.

"Long time ago, when one man kill another, his clan must
pay with a life. One must be found from his tribe to cry?
'O-o-o-o-o-a-ha-a-ich-klu-kuk-ich-klu-kuk'" (ready to die, ready to
die). His voice wailed out the mournful chant, which was weird and solemn
and almost made Ted shiver. "But now," the boy went on? "Boston men"
(Americans) "do not like the blood-tax, so the murderer pays money
instead. We got many blankets and baskets and moneys for Kalitan Tyee. He
great chief."

"Do you live here?" asked Ted.