"Don't take too much trouble," said Mont; "we are hungry enough to tackle almost anything."
"'Tain't no trouble--leastwise, not if there's money in it. Pooler worships money."
"Is he rich?" asked Jack.
"Don't ask me!" replied Meg. "I've often heard the men say he was rich, but I never see any money."
"Doesn't he give you any?"
"Not a cent. Say, how will coffee and bread, with some pickerel do? I can get them ready in a few minutes."
"First-rate," replied Mont.
"Then just wait;" and Meg disappeared within the cottage.
"Quite a smart lass," remarked Jack when they were alone.
"Awfully wild, though," returned Mont; "I would like to see this Pooler. Something runs in my mind concerning him--I can't exactly tell what."