“Good morning,” Bob replied pleasantly.

“Where you come from, eh?”

“From Lake Musquacook.”

“Where you go?”

“We’re going down to Moosehead,” Bob replied.

For a moment the man hesitated.

“You meet man up dar?” he asked.

“No, we have seen no one since we left the lake.”

“Mebby you tell lie, oui,” the man hissed with an insolent leer.

Bob shrugged his shoulders.