"Yes," he said in response to their inquiry, "I'm Enos Walker, and I'm to hum."
The spokesman of the two was a tall young man with a very black moustache and a merry twinkle in his eyes.
"We're glad to see you, Mr. Walker," he declared. "My name is Hubert Morrissey, and the gentleman who is with me is Mr. Frank Campbell. We're on a hunting expedition."
"Perty late in the season fer huntin', ain't it? The law's on most everything now."
"I don't think the law's on what we're hunting for."
"What ye huntin' fer?"
"Spruce trees."
"Eh?"
"Spruce trees. Or, rather, one spruce tree."
"Well, ye wouldn't have to shoot so allfired straight to hit one in these parts. I've got a swamp full of 'em down here."