"I think it would astonish me as much as him to see it done."
"We can do it."
"I hear that you are an engineer, Phil," added my passenger. "Morgan says you engineered the job of transporting the gun."
"The grand piano is not more than two or three hundred pounds heavier than the twelve-pounder."
"That is adding a third, and the gun was on wheels."
"No matter for that; we had but three to do that, and now we have a dozen."
"How will you do it, Phil?"
I explained my plan, and Mr. Jackson thought it was practicable.
"I suppose Mr. Gracewood and his family intend to remain at the clearing after we have moved the house," continued my companion in the barge.
"I don't know. I don't believe his wife and daughter will be content to stay a great while in this lonely place. They may live here during the summer; but in winter we don't see anybody or anything for months."