“Pelts—skins, to sell to the company’s agent.”
“Oh,” said Esau.
“But the river,” I said suddenly. “We could go up that by a boat, couldn’t we?”
Gunson laughed.
“Yes, there is a river,” he said; “but, like all mountain streams, boats cannot go up very far for the torrents and falls and rocks. Have you any arms?”
“Of course,” said Esau.
“I mean weapons.”
“No,” I said.
“Humph! Perhaps better without them—at your age.”
“You have,” I said, as I glanced toward his hip-pocket.