Brennan seemed to be hazy on this point. He coughed embarrassedly and looked again at his partner.
“’Tother side o’ the lake there’s some hills an’ we kind o’ thought we’d put in a week or two jus’ sort o’ looking’ around.”
“What side of the lake?” persisted Sandy.
“On the north side,” Brennan answered. “If yuh’re startin’ back for the post this afternoon, we may see yuh again.”
“I shouldn’t wonder. Because we are starting for the post this afternoon.”
Brennan blinked and again he looked at McCallum. Evidently this was McCallum’s cue for he spoke up.
“Mebbe if yuh’d stick around for a while,” he suggested, “the four of us could figure out some way to get out that dinosaur.”
“Five of us,” corrected Dick, speaking for the first time. “You’ve overlooked Toma.”
“Breeds don’t count.”
“This one here,” stated Dick furiously, stooping over and patting Toma on the shoulder, “is as good as any dirty, bewhiskered white man that ever came over the trail from Half Way House. You can take that statement in any way you see fit, McCallum.”