“A jog?” repeated Stanley, with no intelligence in his voice.
“Can’t ye learn nothing?” complained Abner. “A cant is a watershed. Part of our timber up north will go down Dead river to the Kennebec and part will follow the west cant and go down the Kennebago.”
“Sleep now,” advised Charlie, rolling himself in his blanket and dropping off at once. The others followed his example and this night Stanley slept soundly.
In the morning Charlie prepared the breakfast as usual and then stalked into the woods. “After fish?” inquired Stanley.
“No, he’s going back to Rangeley,” informed Bub.
“When did Abner tell you?” wondered Stanley.
“He didn’t tell me,” snickered Bub. “Don’t you see Charlie has his rifle and blankets?”
“He’s going to deliver a message to the wangan man,” supplemented Abner. “I want Hatton to know about the cut on the public lot in Bill town. He’ll send men up here to carefully estimate the stumpage. While they are doing that and attracting Nace’s attention we’ll slip over and look at our lines; or rather,
