"Shall we, though?" Then, with a modified rapture: "Indians, I suppose, and—and missionaries."
"Traders, too, and miners, and this year cheechalkos as well. You are directly on the great highway of winter travel. Now that there's a good hard crust on the snow you will have dog-trains passing every week, and sometimes two or three."
It was good news!
"We've already had one visitor before you," said the Boy, looking wonderfully pleased at the prospect the priest had opened out. "You must know Nicholas of Pymeut, don't you?"
"Oh yes; we all know Nicholas"; and the priest smiled.
"We like him," returned the Boy as if some slighting criticism had been passed upon his friend.
"Of course you do; so do we all"; and still that look of quiet amusement on the worn face and a keener twinkle glinting in the eyes.
"We're afraid he's sick," the Boy began.
Before the priest could answer, "He was educated at Howly Cross, he says," contributed O'Flynn.
"Oh, he's been to Holy Cross, among other places."