"As for myself," he added, with indifference, "I don't care where or when we stop. As we have gone so far in the desert, what matters fifty leagues more or less? Let us then go ahead. Push on by all means, even as far as the Bay of Hudson."
"I don't want to go as far as that," cried Joshua; "if the valley's anything like what you say, perhaps we may stop."
"Well, perhaps it may not suit you. Everybody, you know, to their taste," continued Samuel.
"I shall judge for myself," replied Joshua.
"If we are to stop here all day," Samuel urged, quite satisfied, "I and Harry will fetch the deerskin."
"Why not go with me?" said his brother.
"I shall be delighted with your company."
"Then, by Jove, we'll all go. It will be a walk. Harry, Sam, Jack, tell Sandy to be ready for a start. Let the camp be raised. Tonight we will camp in the valley and examine it at our ease."
"You raise the camp for so small a journey?" said Mrs. Dickson.
"Does it displease you, mistress?"