“There!” said our new friend, as we walked back. “That matter was soon settled. Now go and pay your bills, get your traps, and come on to me.”
Chapter Thirteen.
In New Quarters.
Gunson nodded, and we parted, Esau keeping very quiet for a few minutes before speaking.
“I suppose it’s all right,” he said; “but if ever a chap looked like bad company, he do.”
“But he seems as friendly to us as can be.”
“Yes,” said Esau. “But what does he want here with a pistol? Some of the people board ship was coming to keep shop, some to farm, and some to be servants. I want to know what he wants here?”
“Perhaps the same as he would in New Zealand, and at the Cape of Good Hope. I should say he’s a traveller.”