“Yes; I told Grant that it was a whim of mine to try the experiment of living in utter solitude.”
“How do you like it, as far as you’ve got?”
Giles Crosmont laughed. He was amused by the frank curiosity of his young acquaintance.
“I’ve got as far as I care to go in this particular direction. After breakfast I may have a proposal to make to you.”
They reached the cabin, and Crosmont hospitably produced his stock of provisions, to which his visitors did ample justice.
“Now for my proposal,” said Crosmont. “I should like to join your party.”
“You are welcome, sir; but, as Grant has probably told you, we are all out of provisions.”
“I will turn over to you the balance of mine, and I have more concealed in the woods, at a little distance.”
“Good!” said Tom, in a tone of satisfaction. “We will buy them of you.”
“No, you won’t. I freely contribute them as my share of the common expense. I can help you in another way also. I am a good shot, and I hope to add a deer or an antelope to your stock at frequent intervals.”