“Sure do,” he answered, resting his arm on the low limb of the tree under which we were standing.
“Know anything about Hogback?” I inquired.
“No. Think I told yer afore, I wuz a stranger here.” I felt squelched.
“So you did, Charlie. My mistake. I suppose mountains are a good deal alike though, aren’t they?”
“Suppose so.”
“The reason I asked is because we’d like you to go up with us. To-morrow night. Tom, Brent and myself. Will you?”
“Guess so.” It was hard to tell if he were pleased or not.
“We’re going to try and find that pesky lynx, Rivers,” Brent said, taking up the threads where I left off.
“Yes!” he said, with quite a faint purr of pleasure at hearing that. I thought he even smiled slightly.
“Like to hunt, eh Charlie?” I felt that at last I had struck the right note.