"You're right, Mr.—a——"
"Bill—Bill Hawkins. Sure I'm right. That's the pony fer her."
"We want to make a good many trips around here, and we'll need a guide. Could you go with us?" Paul asked.
"Yep."
"All right, we want you," said Bob.
"All ye got to do is to holler. When ye cal'clatin' to start?"
"To-morrow. Let's go for two days up that biggest one," said Bob.
"Cripes! She ain't goin' to lose no time. It'll hustle me some to git the camp outfit and the grub ready fer to-morrow."
"All right, Bill, hustle!" smiled the lady.
"Better be ready to start 'bout five o'clock. We can git breakfast up the mounting."