? ? ? ? The sentiment was cheered to the echo.
? ? ? ? 'But I say, you know,' Cuthfert ventured apprehensively; 'what's a chap like me to do?'
? ? ? ? 'Ain't you coming with us.'
? ? ? ? 'No- o.'
? ? ? ? 'Then do as you damn well please. We won't have nothing to say.'
? ? ? ? 'Kind o' calkilate yuh might settle it with that canoodlin' pardner of yourn,' suggested a heavy-going Westerner from the Dakotas, at the same time pointing out Weatherbee. 'He'll be shore to ask yuh what yur a-goin' to do when it comes to cookin' an' gatherin' the wood.'
? ? ? ? 'Then we'll consider it all arranged,' concluded Sloper. 'We'll pull out tomorrow, if we camp within five miles- just to get everything in running order and remember if we've forgotten anything.'
? ? ? ? The sleds groaned by on their steel-shod runners, and the dogs strained low in the harnesses in which they were born to die. Jacques Baptiste paused by the side of Sloper to get a last glimpse of the cabin. The smoke curled up pathetically from the Yukon stovepipe. The two Incapables were watching them from the doorway.
? ? ? ? Sloper laid his hand on the other's shoulder.
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