"We shall doubtless come across some friends before long who will be glad to supply you."
"Elwood!" called Tim.
"What is it!" he asked, pausing in his paddling.
"If you saas a rid gintleman do yez jist rist till I takes aim and shoots him."
"Why so blood-thirsty?"
"Not blood-thirsty, but tobaccy thirsty. The haythen deal in the article, and if we saas one he must yield."
Elwood promised obedience, but they saw nothing of the coveted people whom they had been so anxious to avoid hitherto, but a half-hour later Howard said:
"Heigh-ho! Yonder is just the man you want to see!"
A single person dressed in the garb of a miner was standing on the shore leisurely surveying them as they came along. There could be no doubt that he was supplied with the noxious weed, for he was smoking a pipe with all the cool, deliberate enjoyment of a veteran at the business.
"Shall I head toward shore!" asked Elwood.