A short time later the company broke up, Berl Hansen returned to his own quarters, and Connie and 'Merican Joe were given the spare room in the factor's house where for the first time since leaving Dawson they slept under a roof.
CHAPTER VIII
BAIT—AND A BEAR
The business of outfitting for the balance of the winter occupied two whole days and when it was finished down to the last item Connie viewed the result with a frown. "It's going to take two trips to pack all that stuff. And by the time we make two trips and build a cabin besides, we won't have much time left for trapping."
"Where you headin' for?" queried McTavish.
"Somewhere over on the Coppermine," answered the boy. "I don't know just where—and I guess it don't make much difference."
The big Scotchman laughed. "No, lad, it won't make no great difference. What put it in your head to trap on the Coppermine?"
"Why, the truth is, it isn't so much the trapping I'm interested in. I want to try my hand at prospecting over there."