"Been christened so often lately that I'm not too clear about it. You can call me boss."
"Boss, eh? Then you expect to be master, I suppose?" with a mischievous meaning chuckle. "Am I to keep it up always?"
"Jack's the English for it."
"Anything else?" she chuckled again.
"Wait till the time comes, my lad;" and she decided to drop the chaff.
"And what about our plans, boss?" she asked after a pause.
"I don't see anything for it but to tramp it, if you can stick it."
"How far?"
"The nearest road to the frontier is about thirty odd miles; but as we can't take that, we can put it down at fifty, say. There's no need to rush things, and if we can manage ten or fifteen each day, it ought to do the trick."
"Nothing in that to hurt me, boss. I've often padded twenty or twenty-five in a day, looking for a job, you know. But what's waiting for us at the end of the tramp?"