“Now,” suggested Amesbury, “we’ll go to the hotel and wash up. What do you say?”
“I’d like to telegraph home first,” answered Paul.
“All right. Glad you spoke of that. We’ll wire from the hotel.”
Ahmik had no interest in the proposed bath or in hotel accommodations, and with promises to see him later, the three turned toward the center of town.
“You chaps got any cash?” asked Amesbury.
“Dead broke, both of us,” confessed Paul. “Haven’t seen a cent of money since we left the ship.”
“I suspected it,” laughed Amesbury.
“Well, I happen to have a little. You’ll be rich tonight when you get your share of the fur money.”
At the telegraph office in the hotel the three put their heads together, and formulated the following telegram to Paul’s father:
“Dan Rudd and I reached Winnipeg safely today. Leave tomorrow for home. Wire Captain Zachariah Bluntt, St. Johns. Love to you and Mother. Crazy to see you. Hope both are well.
Paul Densmore.”