"You bet. Don't want any stampede. We'll pretend we're going out disgusted."
"Wonder if the German expects us to stay in all winter?"
"We don't care. We can build a cabin and kill buffalo and deer."
"And pile up the sand and wash cleaner after the snow comes."
"Shall we start tonight? Ought to be making tracks."
"N-no," said Terry. "It'll be dark before we can pack up. Shucks!"
For the sun had set early behind the high peaks and already the dusk was creeping into the hollows.
"We'll start first thing in the morning, then," declared George. "Hurrah! We've struck it, haven't we?"
"That's so." The fact was so stupendous that Terry felt almost frightened over the great good fortune.
"Two days there and two days back again."