“Why, at the island, of course.”
Brennan continued to stare blankly, almost foolishly. He was a good actor.
“There’s a hull lot of islands in this here lake. What island do you mean?”
“The dinosaur’s island, of course. You saw us, didn’t you?”
“Nope, we didn’t see yuh. Knew yuh was up here, o’ course, getting them bones of that thar dinosaur, but we didn’t know just where—which island, I mean.”
“You weren’t very far behind us on the trail.”
“Nope, ’bout a day I guess. Seen your campfire along the trail. One was still smoking when we got to it.”
“We sort o’ half suspected we’d run across yuh somewheres,” McCallum interjected. “So this yere is the lake of the dinosaur? ’Magine yuh fellows will be pretty busy durin’ the next few weeks gettin’ them bones chipped out o’ the rock ready for shippin’.”
“No,” Sandy informed them, “we’re not going to bother with it. The thing’s too big for us to handle.”
“Yuh can build a big raft,” McCallum suggested.