“They’re like t’ be on th’ open meshes,” said David. “We may see signs of un tomorrow.”
“And if we does, we’ll have a deer hunt!” exclaimed Andy, expectantly.
“We will that!” declared David, “even if we are a day late gettin’ back t’ th’ Narrows tilt.”
The adventure of the evening occupied their conversation until the wolf pelts were scraped and hung to dry. Then David filled the stove with wood, and blowing out the candle they slipped into their sleeping bags.
“I’m wonderin’, now,” mused Andy, after they had lain a little while in silence, “what Pop will say when we tells him about th’ wolves.”
“He’ll say we did fine gettin’ three good skins,” said David proudly. “They’re all prime, and worth four dollars each, whatever.”
“’Tis a fine day’s hunt!” enthused Andy, adding: “But I wouldn’t want t’ be chased by un again!”
“Aye, ’twere a close call,” admitted David. “After this we’ll both carry our rifles, and we’ll be sure they’re workin’ all right.”
“And I’m thinkin’,” said Andy, “th’ Lard was on th’ lookout for us, and He made your rifle go off, Davy, just th’ right time.”