Kanuka muttered something Larkin could not understand, and pointed to a low line of clouds in the west.
"She has mixed it with snow," interpreted Kanuka, as she urged it upon him.
"I don't doubt your word, Kanuka," observed Fred in the same calm, even tones.
At this interesting point Kanuka entered from a rear door, stamping off the snow, and took his place on the bench beside Fred.
Kanuka stood erect, motioned back his men, and gnawed his moustache, frowning irresolutely.
