A. M. Chisholm

“ And Jim Dunleath and Dinny, who had worked like demons, apparently matching their strength and endurance, frankly lay down and panted.
"Of course they'll see the trail we swamped out," said Toft; "but they'd find us anyhow. They'll have a man or two on each side skinnin' the banks for sign, and the rest will come up in the canoes. ”

“ We paddled on steadily for half an hour, and then held a council of war.
"Their canoes is below the rapids," said Toft, "and that's lucky. They won't be able to get 'em over the portage before mornin' likely. That gives us a chance to organize ourselves."
"Do you seriously think they'll try to take the furs by force?" Mr. Fothergill asked.
"If Ballou and them was with Nitche's bunch there ain't no doubt about it," Toft replied. "Nootka and Siwash George would be in any play like that, too. If you want to keep them furs you got to fight for them, that's my tumtum." ”

“ But all the same I want to make it clear that we're goin' to have them furs. I've made you a fair proposition. I make it again. If you turn it down we'll just take what we want any way we can get it. There'll be somebody killed, like as not. I don't want that, and I don't suppose you do."
"You can't kill anybody nowadays and get away with it," said Mr. Fothergill. "You can't bluff us a little bit."
Ballou shook his head at him, as if he had been reproving a foolish child. ”