"Come in, can't ye! D'ye want to break doon the hoose?" And as Connie Morgan burst into the room, he sat upon the edge of his bunk and grinned sleepily.
"What's ailin' ye lad, ye look flustered?"
"Waseche's gone!" cried the boy, in a choking voice, as he thrust the paper into the great hairy hand.
"Gone?" questioned the man, and began slowly to decipher the scrawl. At length he glanced at the boy who stood impatiently by.
"Weel?" the Scotchman asked.
"I want your dogs!"
The man scratched his head.
"What'll ye be up to wi' the dogs?"
"I'm going to find Waseche, of course. He's my pardner, and I'm going to stay by him!" McDougall slowly drew on his boots, and when he looked up his bearded face was expressionless.