along you'd be helping me out a lot—Lord knows you ain't got any reason to feel friendly toward me."
"That's all right," said Lander, eager to help him establish a secure standing at Fort Union, yet scarcely relishing the trip. "Porker wouldn't dare go without the boss' consent; neither would I."
"That's just the reason why I come to you. I want you to put it up to Mr. Bridger. If he'll let your two men go I'll return to Union with a bit of credit as a trader, and when Mr. Bridger wants to trade more robes he'll find me the man to deal with."
"Would you go and return inside of six days?" mused Lander.
"Easy. Good trail, the breed says, and the man's waiting to turn them over."
Lander placed the proposition before Bridger, who smiled in deep amusement at Phinny's naive confession—that he wished to appear as outwitting the head of the Rocky Mountain Fur Company in a matter of trade. It was characteristic of his kindly heart that he should readily consent, saying:
"If it'll help him any—yes. I owe him a good
