“Gaston, you won’t mind doing something for me?” he heard the corporal saying.
“Sacre diable! Do I mind!” Gaston exclaimed.
“It’s like this,” the corporal went on, “these young fellows want to go back and look for their partner, but they won’t leave me. Could you haul me to the fort?”
The trapper vociferously expressed his willingness to do this for his friend, Constable Richardson.
“They’re out of ammunition too,” revealed the corporal. “Just had a long fight with a pack of hungry wolves. Can you spare some ammunition, Gaston?”
“What kind of gun you got?” the trapper turned to Dick.
“Ross 30.30,” Dick replied anxiously.
Leroi’s face fell. He turned to Toma.
“I got um 45.70 Winchester,” Toma anticipated the trapper’s question.
“Me, I use 45.70!” Gaston Leroi exclaimed with pleasure and turned back to Dick, saying: “I use revolver. Like heem better dan rifle. I take your gun. You take mine. Huh?”