Having at length concluded his investigations, the trapper straightened his back and moved to where the others stood. Producing his knife and a plug of tobacco, he began to shred a pipeful, making no remark to the expectant onlookers.
"Reckon we'll have to drag it out o' the old un," said Harry to Joe in a low tone. Then raising his voice, the stockman began to question the man.
"Had a good look round, George?"
Nod.
"Ain't missed anything worth seeing, I bet?"
Head-shake.
"Whatyer make of it?"
"Razorback pack," replied the old man of frugal speech, as he cleaned out his pipe.
"Razorback pack? You surely don't mean it! Why, that is a matter of twelve mile or so!"
"Suppose it is; what of that?"