“When’s Chandler comin’ back?” he asked abruptly. Without waiting for a reply, which neither of his men seemed able to give him, he added: “One of you fellows had better take the canoe and go and get him this afternoon—that is, if he wants to come back.”
There was some irritation in his tone that showed everyone that things were not exactly to his liking.
“It’s only two miles,” remarked Ewen showing some alacrity, “and I’ll go by the trail.”
When he had gone, Colonel Howell turned to Miller, whose unshaven and somewhat bloated face told that he had not lost any flesh during his stay at the camp.
“Miller,” he said, “go down and take hold of these scows. We’ve got to get this stuff up here on the bank and under some protection. I don’t want these Indians on my hands any longer than necessary. Keep ’em at it until midnight, if necessary, and then make up an outfit for ’em to-morrow and let ’em hit the trail.”
“What are you going to do with the boats?” asked Roy.
“We’re going to use ’em to make a cabin big enough for our new family,” answered the colonel, smiling perfunctorily. “This one’s all right for our cooking and eating, but it doesn’t appeal to me as a bunk house. I think we’ll add another room. The season’s getting away from us and we can’t afford to lose any time.”
The man Miller had already shown signs of great activity when Colonel Howell suddenly called him back.
“On second thought, Miller,” he said, rising and throwing off his coat, “I think you’d better tackle the cabin first. There’s a lot of truck in there that ought to be in a storehouse and it’s got a kind o’ musty smell. Open all the windows and clean out the place. We’ve got to sleep in there to-night. When you’ve done that, get that kitchen stuff and use some river water and sand on it. Looks like an Indian shack in the middle o’ winter. Young men,” he went on, again forcing a smile, “I reckon it’s up to us to get this gang busy.”
There was nothing in this that discouraged Norman and Roy and even Paul seemed interested in the unloading of the boats. Before this was begun, however, Moosetooth spoke in an undertone to Colonel Howell and, shrugging his shoulders, the prospector waved his hand.