The dripping body of the huge trapper when he stepped at last upon the shore made Reuben once more aware of the immense size and strength of the man. As he recalled the contest between Kit Carson and the giant before him, and was reminded of the slight, almost delicate form of the scout, he was amazed at the courage of the latter in accepting the challenge of the braggart.
At present, however, there did not appear to be anything to fear from Rat, and it was manifest that his thoughts were mostly concerned with his own condition. The cold water perhaps had cooled any heated tendencies he may have had. At all events, he was subdued in his manner and even tried to laugh at the sight he declared he must present.
“I’ll help you, lad,” said Rat, at the same time stooping and assuming a part of the burden. “You’re going back to camp now, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll go along with you.”
Reuben glanced in fresh surprise at the man, for the camp of the trappers, and especially Kit Carson, he was positive Rat had no real desire to see. Indeed, he wondered at the temerity of the man in daring to return, knowing as he did the feeling against him when he had fled from the place.
“I suppose you’ve got the same trappers as ever, haven’t you, Reuben?” inquired Rat.
“Yes,” replied Reuben in a low voice.
“Kit Carson still at the head?”
“Yes.”