We smiled in return, and I felt that I should be happy if Mr. Miles' shoulders were not so broad and I had his head in chancery.
"Where do you propose camping to-night, Mr. Miles?" inquired the Major as we reached the bridge across the Grand River.
"Lemme see—it's fifteen miles to Newcastle, pretty good road, we can make that in three hours with the load we've got; then it's about fourteen miles to Rifle Creek, but there's muskeeters. We might stop at Ferguson's, that's about ten miles beyond Newcastle; that's a good place."
"But it will be quite dark by that time."
"Yes, that's a fact, it will be quite dark by that time."
"Well, it is not very pleasant to make camp in the dark."
"No, that's a fact; you're right about that—'tain't pleasant to make camp in the dark."
"What will you do?"
"Lemme see—we was goin' to stop at Newcastle, wasn't we? that's a good place."