“I hope you don’t trespass on any of my territory.”
Reuben did not respond to the suggestion, and a moment later the newcomer said: “Have you had your breakfast yet?”
“Not yet,” replied Reuben. “I was just going to have it.”
“What have you got to eat?”
“Buffalo tongue and some strips of steak.”
“Good! That’s mighty good! I’ll help you get ready,” said the giant. “I’ll do you a good turn even if I shan’t let you trap along the streams what I preëmpt for myself.”
Acting upon his suggestion the trapper dismounted and removed the saddle from the horse he was riding. The pack-laden animals, however, he did not relieve in the same way.
“I’m thinkin’ I’ll stay here and help you with your breakfast,” he repeated.
Reuben, who at once had begun to make preparations for the morning meal, was unable to see for a time, at least, where the “help” of his uninvited visitor was shown. As soon, however, as the pieces of buffalo meat had been cooked and the repast was ready, Reuben discovered how capable the giant was to “help” in disposing of the food which he had provided. Indeed, Rat was increasingly free with his advice and directions as to what Reuben should do, and for several reasons the boy did not refuse to obey, or even to follow, any of the proffered suggestions.
When at last the food had disappeared, the giant remarked: “Then you think you will look up your camp, do you?”