"
So it was arranged. But it was necessary for Quonab to go back
to their own cabin. Now what should he do? Carry the new lot of
fur there, or bring the old lot here to dispose of all at Lyons Falls?
Rolf had been thinking hard. He had seen the evil side of many
men, including Hoag. To go among Hoag's people with a lot of
stuff that Hoag might claim was running risks, so he said:
"Quonab, you come back in not more than ten days. We'll take a
few furs to Lyons Falls so we can get supplies. Leave the rest of
them in good shape, so we can go out later to Warren's. We'll
get a square deal there, and we don't know what at Lyon's."
So they picked out the lynx, the beaver, and a dozen martens to
leave, and making the rest into a pack, Quonab shouldered them,
and followed by Skookum, trudged up the mountain and was lost to
view in the woods.
The ten days went by very slowly. Hoag was alternately
querulous, weeping, complaining, unpleasantly fawning, or trying
to insure good attention by presenting again and again the furs,
the gun, and the canoe.
Rolf found it pleasant to get away from the cabin when the
weather was fine.
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