"Jo Henyon."
Strong had heard of old Henyon, who was known familiarly as "Mushrat Bill." For years Bill had haunted the Middle Branch.
"Wh-where d' ye live?"
"Yender," said the boy, pointing downstream as he ran ahead of them.
Presently they came to an old cabin near the water's edge with a small clearing around it. A woman wearing a short skirt and Shaker bonnet stood on one leg looking down at them. Children were rushing out of the cabin door.
"My land! where's her other leg?" Sinth mused.
The Emperor looked thoughtfully at the strange woman.
"F-folks are like cranes over in this c-country," Strong answered. "Always rest on one leg."
He drove his bow on a sloping, sandy beach. The woman hopped into the cabin door. Her many children hurried to the landing. A man with head and feet bare followed them. An old undershirt, one suspender, and a tattered pair of overalls partly covered his body. He walked slowly towards the shore. He was the famous trapper of the Middle Branch.
"F-fur to Rainbow T-Trail?" Strong inquired of him.