Bub, relenting and wishing to spare his friend, began asking a volley of questions as to what would be the morrow’s programme.
“We’ll start at sun-up and make the east jog of Mt. Jim,” said Abner. “Don’t know how long we’ll stay there. Ordinarily I could put three weeks in to profit in making that particular cant; but as things be I shall put in a day or two, drop in to see the fire warden on top of Hood mountain and then go on north to where the real business awaits me. It all depends on how soon Charlie overtakes us.”
“Can he find us?” incredulously inquired Stanley.
“He can,” was Abner’s dry response. “If we kept going three hundred miles up north of Quebec where they’re putting in big pulp mills Charlie would follow close enough to cook our second supper, I guess. I vum! I wish he was here now to fix them fish.”
