“It’s two months yet afore we need set our traps,” said Black Tom.
“That’ll give us plenty of time to find out all we want to,” replied his companion.
“Yas,” added the other, somewhat significantly; “we’ll l’arn whether thar’ll be any need of our ever settin’ them ag’in or not.”
“Not quite that,” said old Stebbins, with a laugh and shake of the head. “I don’t b’l’eve that.”
“I don’t know,” continued Black Tom, who seemed in the best of spirits; “it looked powerful like it when we had to dig out last spring.”
“It did, summat—”
“B’ars and beavers!” exclaimed Tom, suddenly coming to the upright position, jerking his coonskin hat from his head, and dashing it upon the ground, “don’t you remember, Steb.?”
“Remember what?” demanded his companion, not a little startled at his manner.
“It was right hyar that we see’d that!”
“See’d what?”