"Undoubtedly that's because yer hid is so light, while me own brains weigh me down; it's aisy to understand that."
"If we should have any mishap, Tim," said Frank, "you must remember to hold fast to a piece of wood to help you float—a small bit is enough."
"I have a bitter plan than that."
"What is it?"
"Niver have anything to do wid the water."
"That would be certain safety if you could carry it out; but you can't help it all times—such, for instance, as the present."
"And I'm thinking we shall have plinty of the same before we raich Dawson."
"After we get to the foot of this lake, what comes next, Tim?"
"Caribou Crossing, which we pass through to Lake Tagish, which isn't quite as big as is this one. I'm thinking," he added thoughtfully, watching the rising anger of the waves, "that bime-by, whin we come near land, we'll be going that fast that we'll skim over the snow like a sled to the nixt lake."
Roswell pointed to the shore on their right, indicating a stake which rose upright from the ground and stood close to the water.