“That’s exactly where I was goin’. Had a errant out that way.”
“Take you far, Dolf? So far you couldn’t git back to-night?”
“It might, Judge.”
“Wa’n’t goin’ far’s Gilder’s, was you—up back of the Company’s Camp Three?”
“Goin’ a leetle past there, Judge.”
“Um! Know Gilders?”
“Calc’late to.”
“If you was to see him, Dolf, d’ you figger on stoppin’ for a chat? And if you do, what be you goin’ to talk about?”
“I’d mention I hadn’t seen him for a long spell.”
“To be sure.”