? ? ? ? 'I say, Sandy; there's a good fellow- just run down to the Missouri Camp and borrow some cinnamon,' begged Lake.
? ? ? ? 'Oh! oh! hurry up! Why don't-' But the crash of meat and boxes, in the cache, abruptly quenched this peremptory summons.
? ? ? ? 'Come now, Sandy; it won't take a minute to go down to
? ? ? ? the Missouri-'
? ? ? ? 'You leave him alone,' interrupted Parker. 'How am I to mix the biscuits if the table isn't cleared off?'
? ? ? ? Sandy paused in indecision, till suddenly the fact that he was Langham's 'man' dawned upon him. Then he apologetically threw down the greasy dishcloth, and went to his master's rescue.
? ? ? ? These promising scions of wealthy progenitors had come to the Northland in search of laurels, with much money to burn, and a 'man' apiece. Luckily for their souls, the other two men were up the White River in search of a mythical quartz-ledge; so Sandy had to grin under the responsibility of three healthy masters, each of whom was possessed of peculiar cookery ideas. Twice that morning had a disruption of the whole camp been imminent, only averted by immense concessions from one or the other of these knights of the chafing-dish.
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