“Guess I know that. But this isn’t getting up to camp. I wonder where the dam keeper is.”
“What kind of a keeper did you say?” Bob almost shouted.
“I said the dam keeper, why?”
“Nothing only it sounded kind of funny coming from you.”
“Oh, I see,” Jack laughed. “But I didn’t put an N on the word.”
While talking they were walking slowly toward the end of the dam where there was a small house. Bob knocked on the door and it was opened almost immediately by an old Irishman.
“Good morning, sir,” Bob began.
“The top uv the mornin’ ter yess,” the old man grinned holding out his hand which Bob was quick to grasp. “An’ whot kin I be after doin’ fer yess?”
“We want to get up to Jacques Bolduc’s camp.”
“Ye don’t say. Don’t believe thar’s bin a blessed soul up thar fer over a week. Whot wid all the talk aboot ghosts it’s scared ’em all away, an’ it’s a shame so it is.”