"
"Well, ain't I?"
"Hello, Bill," and Bill's fat brother-in-law came up. Thus does
me good, an' yer sister is spilin' to see ye. We'll hev one on
this."
"No, Sam, I ain't drinkin'; I've got biz to tend."
"Wall, hev just one to clear yer head. Then settle yer business
and come back to us."
So Bill went to have one to clear his head. "I'll be back in two
minutes, Rolf," but Rolf saw him no more for many days.
"You better come along, cub," called out a red-nosed member of
the group. But Rolf shook his head.
"Here, I'll help you git them ashore," volunteered an effusive
stranger, with one eye.
"I don't want help."
"How are ye gain' to handle 'em alone?"
"Well, there's one thing I'd be glad to have ye do; that is, go
up there and bring Peter Vandam."
"I'll watch yer stuff while you go."
"No, I can't leave." "Then go to blazes; d'yte take me for yer
errand boy?" And Rolf was left alone.
He was green at the business, but already he was realizing the
power of that word fur and the importance of the peltry trade.
Fur was the one valued product of the wilderness that only the
hunter could bring.
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