Naza! Naza! Naza! 



splash. Yells signaled the surprise and alarm caused 

 by this unexpected incident. The Indian frantically 

 swam to the shore. Whereupon the champion of the 

 stranger in a strange land lifted a bag, which gave 

 forth a musical clink of steel, and throwing it with 

 the camp articles on the grassy bench, he extended a 

 huge, friendly hand. 



&quot; My name is Rea,&quot; he said, in deep, cavernous 

 tones. 



&quot; Mine is Jones,&quot; replied the hunter, and right 

 quickly did he grip the proffered hand. He saw in 

 Rea a giant, of whom he was but a stunted shadow. 

 Six and one-half feet Rea stood, with yard-wide 

 shoulders, a hulk of bone and brawn. His ponder 

 ous, shaggy head rested on a bull neck. His broad 

 face, with its low forehead, its close-shut mastiff 

 under jaw, its big, opaque eyes, pale and cruel as 

 those of a jaguar, marked him a man of terrible 

 brute force. 



&quot; Free-trader! &quot; called the commandant. &quot; Better 

 think twice before you join fortunes with the musk-ox 

 hunter.&quot; 



&quot; To hell with you an your rantin , dog-eared 

 redskins ! &quot; cried Rea. &quot; I ve run agin a man of 

 my own kind, a man of my own country, an I m 

 goin with him.&quot; 



With this he thrust aside some encroaching, gaping 

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