"Good travelin'?"
"No, darn mean."
"Trail?"
"Only a liar would call it a trail. Still, you can get along if you're careful."
"Could they have gone farther?"
"Sure."
"Did you ever hear of anybody gettin' plum' through, say to Cache River, that way?"
"I've heard of it—yes. Old Pete Jodoin claimed he made her. And one time I run onto an old Stoney buck and he told me how, long ago, his people used to come down huntin' onto this here Klimmin, but they don't do it no more."
"Pete Jodoin was an old liar," said Bush, "and so's any Stoney, on gen'ral principles. But it's funny the places you can go if you know how. Think these French boys would know enough to make a trip like that?"
"Gavin knows a lot about these hills," Rennie replied. "He's hunted in 'em a lot by himself. He can pack near as much as a pony, and it's darn hard to say where he went and didn't go."