“Funny how much rosier things look in the morning,” Jack remarked as he touched a match to the little pile of birch bark which he had gathered to start their fire.
“Sure does and I can feel it in my bones that we’re going to strike something today,” Bob replied.
“If it don’t hit us first,” Jack laughed.
“Why do you suppose Pierre didn’t show up at the camp?”
“Ask me something easy. Perhaps he was afraid we’d get a line on him.”
“Hardly that. More likely he had an appointment to meet that white man and didn’t have time to go clear to the camp and get to him on time.”
“Sounds reasonable.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
By six o’clock they were ready to start. Their way led due west and over a long range of mountains.