"I'm very glad, Mr. McGinnis—" began the boy when the lumberman interrupted him.
"'Tis very sorry ye'll be if ye call me out of me right name. Sure I said McGinnis, jest plain McGinnis, not Misther McGinnis. Ye can call me 'Judge,' or 'Doctor,' or 'Colonel,' or annything else, but I won't be called Misther by annyone."
"Very well, McGinnis," said the boy, looking at his height and broad shoulders, "I guess there's no one that will make you."
"There is not!" the big lumberman replied. "And are ye goin' to join us in a little promenade through the timber?"
"So Mr. Merritt said."
"I don't see what for," the Irishman replied. "Sure, there's the three of us now."
"Is there much of it to do?"
"There is that. There's three million feet wanted, half sugar pine and half yellow pine, in this sale alone. An' there's another sale waiting, so I hear, as soon as this one's through."
"Maybe it's just to find out whether I can do it?" suggested Wilbur.
The lumberman nodded affirmatively.