“Good-day to you, stranger. Where are you traveling?”
CHAPTER V.
BEAVER BILL’S INFORMATION.
The trapper dismounted and advanced in his turn.
His broad face wore a genial expression, and there was a trusting light in his fine blue eyes.
“Wall, straunger, since ye ask, I’ll make free to say thet I am goin’ back to ther old trappin’ grounds up north.”
“Ah!” exclaimed Frank, “then you are a trapper?”
“That’s the size of it.”
“I am glad to meet you!”
“Put it thar, pilgrim!”
“My name is Frank Reade, Jr. I am from the far East.”