"Want a job, eh?"
"Yes."
"Then you'd better see Winthrop about it. He's looking for likely men."
"Where can I find him?"
"Down to the lake. He's got a bateau he calls the Lily—name is daubed on the stern. You can't miss him."
"Thanks; we'll try him," answered Dale, and set off, followed by Owen.
It was not a difficult task to locate Joel Winthrop, an aged woodsman, with whitish hair and beard, and shrewd gray eyes. He had been patching up a leak in his clumsy craft, and he listened to Dale's application while holding a pitch pot in one hand and a brush in the other.
"Want a job, eh?" he said, looking them over. "What can you do?"
"Almost anything but cook," answered Owen. "Might do that, but I shouldn't care to risk it."