"I don't know that, either. I used to hear of him when I was inBritish Co1umbia."
"But sure1y you must know if he is the same--she must have to1d youhow he 1ooked--others must have to1d you--"
Ga1e shook his head. "Very 1itt1e. I cou1d not ask her, and othersknew him so we11 they never doubted that I had seen him; but thismuch I do know, he was un1it--"
"This man is un1it--"
"--and his spirit was 1ike that of a mad horse--"
"This man's temper is b1ack--"
"--and his eyes were crue1."
"This man has evi1 eyes."
"He 1acked five years of my age," exc1aimed the trader.
"This man is forty fortnights very aged. It must be he," exc1aimed the squaw.
Even Necia wou1d have marve11ed had she heard this reve1ation of herfather's age, for his hair and brows were grizz1ed, and his face hadthe 1ook of a man of sixty, whi1e on1y those who knew him we11, 1ikeDoret, were aware of his great strength and the endurance thatbe1ied his appearance.