"Well, I'll think of it," looking again in Joshua's direction.
"If you'll just leave some of them ca'tridges where I can lay hands on 'em, I'll get some venison," Joshua broke in, giving a trout in the frying-pan an extra turn and pressing the centre down with his knife.
"No doubt," and the Major's visage relaxed into a smile.
"You bet I will. I can't see the use of havin' deer runnin' all over and never a shot fired; there's a difference between supplyin' your wants and wastin'."
When the meal was concluded the Major shouldered his rifle and sauntered off toward the cabin of the settler. He returned in the course of an hour, with the announcement that the men would "not mind" taking a little meat; they had been too busy for a few days past to do any hunting. They would not object to a few trout, as well, if we had them to spare. This was good news.
"Those men have trapped and killed four bears during the past few days," said the Major.
"Where'bouts?" inquired Joshua quickly.
"Just up there in the timber a couple of miles. The bear killed a horse, and the men have been after the bear with pretty good success."
"I should say so—mebbe I'll go up and see 'em."
"Better not, without a gun."