“Do you ever tire of it?” asked McBain, and he asked the question with a purpose.
“There are times,” said Seth, looking into the log fire around which they sat, and giving a kind of sigh, “when I think that a little change would do myself and Plunket a power of good.”
“You shall have it,” cried McBain, jumping up and catching the old man by the hand, “you and Plunket too. Come with us in the Snowbird, we’ll make you as comfortable and happy as the day is long.”
“If I thought I’d be of any use—” began Seth.
“Of use, man,” cried McBain; “you’re the handiest fellow ever I met in my life.”
“And that you’d bring me home again.”
“If we don’t we’ll never return more ourselves,” said McBain.
“Then, gentlemen,” said the trapper, “I’ll accept your offer. There!”