“We ought to git along just as well as they kin!”
“You fergit.”
“What?”
“They have snowshoes.”
“Wall, git snowshoes, then, for us. I say, Scraggs, have ye such a thing?”
“No!” replied the asylum keeper. “What do you take me for? I’m no keeper of a logging camp.”
“No, nor anything else!” snapped Burke, viciously. “But if we can’t do any better we must wade.”
“That would be a fool’s game,” said the asylum keeper. “They can go four steps to your one on snowshoes.”
“Curse the luck! They can’t go far on such a night.”
“Ten miles would put ’em beyond your reach.”