'Reckon I hev, down in St. Louey.'
'Well, this is something on the same principle, except that it uses legs instead of wheels.'
'Can that ere thing walk?'
'Yes, sir, and run, too; it traveled all the way from the Missouri river to this place.'
The huge hunter turned upon him with a fierce expression.
'Yer can't fool this yar boss in that style.'
'Don't you believe me?' asked the boy, who was fearful of offending the stranger.
'No, sar; not a word.'
'How do you suppose we got it here?'
'Fotched in a wagon.'