"This is what I call mighty dull sport."
"It ain't very lively, for a fact; but I reckon it's way ahead of what poor Joe's having."
"If it's so bad now what will it be in another week? I don't think I can stand it very long."
"There's nothin' to prevent your goin' any time you get ready; but here I stay for quite a spell."
"What about more liquor an' grub?"
"There won't be any trouble in getting all we want as long as the money holds out."
"And by fall you'll have bark on your back."
"Better that than a striped coat. It isn't so bad as you make out, though. We can move our camp whenever we feel like a change, an' then there's plenty of fishin' an' sich like that the swells call sport."
Sam's only reply was another prolonged yawn as he stretched himself out at full length, and Bob replenished the fire without moving from his seat.
Jet understood that it was time for them to take their departure.