Mac stuck out his jaw.
"I'd like to take a look at the country before I deal."
"Well, see here. When will you go?"
"We got no dogs."
"We have!" exclaimed Salmon P. and Scruff with one voice.
"Well, I can offer you fellows—"
"How many miles did you travel a day?"
"Sixty," said the General promptly.
"Oh Lord!" ejaculated Benham, and hurriedly he made his good-byes.
"What's the matter with you?" demanded the General with dignity.