“Hal and Robert are going in to Klondike, and I'm going to see them across the Pass and down to the Lakes, then return—”
He got no further, for the young man had sprung forward and gripped his hand.
“My preserver!”
John Bellew was immediately suspicious. He had not dreamed the invitation would be accepted.
“You don't mean it?” he said.
“When do we start?”
“It will be a hard trip. You'll be in the way.”
“No, I won't. I'll work. I've learned to work since I went on The Billow.”
“Each man has to take a year's supplies in with him. There'll be such a jam the Indian packers won't be able to handle it. Hal and Robert will have to pack their outfits across themselves. That's what I'm going along for—to help them pack. If you come you'll have to do the same.”
“Watch me.”