"Mean to skip the country? Got cold feet?"
"No. I'm satisfied enough with the country," said the trader quietly, and acknowledged the introduction to Mr. Schiff, sitting in bandages by the fire.
Benham turned back and called out something to his guide.
"I thought maybe you'd like some oysters for your Christmas dinner," he said to the Colonel when he came in again, "so I got a couple o' cans from the A. C. man down below;" and a mighty whoop went up.
The great rapture of that moment did not, however, prevent O'Flynn's saying under his breath:
"Did ye be chanct, now, think of bringin' a dtrop o'—hey?"
"No," says Benham a little shortly.
"Huh! Ye say that like's if ye wuz a taytotlerr?"
"Not me. But I find it no good to drink whiskey on the trail."
"Ah!" says Salmon P. with interest, "you prefer brandy?"