"You don't need to be much of a fisherman to do that up here," said Bob.
"Yes, fortunately, that's so," replied Jack, as he went on with his work.
Several days sped on and it became necessary to go out to Escoumains to get the letters and some more grub. Mr. Waterman made this known one evening, stating that he thought that he would go out through an old Indian trail that had not been used for some years.
"This trail is much shorter than by the road, and, if we can open it up, it will be a fine thing for us."
"Yes, and it will be a fine thing for the habitants at Escoumains," said Mr. Anderson.
"I hadn't thought of that," said Mr. Waterman reflectively. "If we get too good a road in here they will be coming in themselves and bringing their friends."
"You bet they will," said Jack. "We don't want that bunch in here, so keep to the old road."
"It would be a good thing to know this old trail. It is so much shorter," said Mr. Waterman. "Then if we had need for speed we could get out, or Pierre's cousin could bring in any important mail to us."
"I'll go out that way anyway, and we'll not make any real improvements to the trail," said Mr. Waterman.
"Do you want any one to go with you?" asked Bob.