“Sandy,” he reproved him, “sometimes I think you talk too much. Come on now, Factor Scott will be waiting for you.”
CHAPTER XXXI.
HE WHO LAUGHS LAST.
Two months later at Fort Good Faith, Dick received a letter which caused him to exclaim excitedly and then call out in an eager voice to Sandy, who stood just across the room conversing with a half-breed trapper from Willing River.
“Sandy, come here!”
Dick’s chum swung obediently on his heel and hurried over.
“Yes, Dick. What’s up now?”
“A letter about the dinosaur,” explained Dick. “Arrived here just now from the Canadian Geographical Society.”
Sandy’s expression changed suddenly from eagerness to surprise.
“Our dinosaur up there at the Lake of Many Islands!” he gasped.
Dick nodded. “The very same.”