Gunson nodded.
“Got a gun too?” said Esau.
“A rifle or two,” replied our companion, rather reluctantly; and he rose then and left the room, as if to avoid being questioned.
“Hunting and shooting, that’s what he’s after,” said Esau triumphantly, as soon as we were alone.
And at that moment I could not help thinking that he was right, and that we had hit upon a very satisfactory companion, for part of our journey at least, if it did not turn out that Gunson had some designs of his own.
Chapter Fourteen.
A Serious Trouble.
Esau took it all coolly enough. I believe he thought hard sometimes, but it was soon over; and to him the most serious things in life seemed to be making a big meal and having a good sleep.