“We are earning this meat,” was Andy’s comment, as he paused to pick up the cap that a branch had swept from his head.
“Looks like it,” answered Chet, laconically.
“I guess we should have waited until the weather was better.”
Now, as it chanced, Chet was as tired as Andy, and consequently his quick temper showed itself.
“You didn’t have to come for the moose if you didn’t want to,” he cried, quickly.
“Oh, I’m not complaining, Chet.”
“It’s the same thing.”
“Not at all—and there is no cause for you to get mad about it.”
“Well, then, don’t find fault. I’m pulling as hard on this load as you.”
“I know it. We made a mistake to come this way, I am afraid.”