"I've got jest what you want."
An ordinary breech-loading, double-barrelled gun was produced from behind the counter, and after some bargaining a trade was made on the basis of eight dollars for the weapon and sixty cartridges.
By this time Jet's stock of ready cash was running low; but he did not feel particularly worried, since there was yet enough remaining to pay his railroad fare to and from the mountains, with something over for the purchase of provisions.
A hearty breakfast at the depot restaurant, a wait of five minutes, and the train arrived.
Jet had good reason to believe his game would go direct to Plattsburgh before striking into the wilderness, for the shoemaker had told him it was the most direct route to the hunting region, and he procured a ticket for that point.
On boarding the train he went into the smoking-car, and there saw the men he intended to fellow.
The seat behind them was vacant, and he took it at once, pulling his hat down over his eyes in such a manner that one could not see his face without considerable difficulty.
The men were half asleep; but the conductor awakened them, and Jet was made glad by a glimpse of their tickets.
They were bound for Plattsburgh as he had guessed, and he resolved that at the next station he would telegraph this information to Harvey.
"I don't suppose he could get a man there before these fellows strike into the woods," he said to himself; "but there's just a chance they'll hang around the town a while, and it is best he should have all the information possible."