“I’m not saying we’ll never get the dinosaur out. But if we do, it won’t be this summer and it won’t be on a raft one is required to pole up a river that has thirteen portages.”
“How else could yuh get it out?”
“I don’t know. We haven’t thought about that—yet. Perhaps this winter we may come to some definite conclusion.”
“So yuh’re goin’ back to Half Way House?”
“You bet we are.”
“Too bad.”
“And where are you going?” Sandy inquired innocently.
Wolf Brennan glanced at McCallum for a brief interval and between them passed a significant and knowing look.
“Sort o’ figured we’d go prospectin’ for a time.”
“Where?”