"Cain't. He ain't got the dogs to."
The other smiled and dropped the subject.
"Where ye headin' fer, Waseche?" he asked, after a few moments of silence.
"I aim to make a try fo' the Lillimuit."
"The Lillimuit!" exclaimed Joe. "Man, be ye crazy?"
"No. They's gold theh. I seen the nuggets Sven Carlson fetched back two ye'rs ago."
"Yes! An' where's Sven Carlson now?"
"I don'no."
"An' no one else don't know, neither. He's dead—that's where he is! Leastwise, he ain't never be'n heerd from after he started back fer the Lillimuit."
"Want to go 'long?" asked Waseche, ignoring the other's statement.