~{ TO CARIBOO AND BACK }+-

“and lucky for us if it isn’t starving, seeing
as we weren’t able to get half the supplies we
really needed from these Indians! Now then,
professor,” he added in his most ingratiating
tones, ‘‘the question I’ve in mind is: D’ye want
a bow paddle for your dugout?”

“T do, and you’re my man!”

The tall stooped man and the little short
man shook hands on it, and the former’s eyes
never twinkled more kindly than they did at
this moment, which time was to prove to have
been a fateful one.