CHAPTER XX
WINNIPEG AT LAST
“Hurrah! Hurrah!” shouted Paul.
“We’re most home now. A hot bath in a real bath tub, and a real bed tonight, Dan! Think of it! A few days and we’ll be home!”
“’Tis grand!” exclaimed Dan, “and oh! ’t will be grand t’ get home!”
“I’ll wager,” broke in Amesbury, laughing, “that both you fellows will be pulling blankets off your beds and rolling upon the floor before morning, and I’ll wager, too, that you’ll be wishing you could get out to the back yard of the hotel to sleep on the ground.”
Ahmik waved his hand toward the town.
“Good sell fur; no good to stay. No good place to live. Bush good place to live. We like have you come back to trap.”
“You’ve been mighty good to us, Ahmik, and we thank you,” said Paul.
They stored their things in a shop whose proprietor Amesbury knew, each carrying a back-load up from the river.