"I sartin will, and soon at that. Glad ye thought 'bout the ole lone trapper, boys. Come agin, soon, an' any time. An', Bill, when ye git them picters printed remember I'm in one, an' that pelt thief, too."
"I'll see you get copies of both. Good-by!" called out Will.
They trudged back with less ambition to make time than when on the morning tramp, for all of them were feeling a little stiff. As they came in sight of the home camp, Jerry broke out with:
"Say, she looks some nice, with the two tents standing there, and old
Toby working around."
"Do you see Bluff?" asked Frank, a trifle uneasily.
"Why, no, but what makes you say that?"
"I've got a suspicion about him, that's all Hello, Toby, everything all right?"
"Sho, Marse Frank, eberything am lubly an' de goose hangs high."
"How about Bluff—where is he?"
"Don't no nuffin' 'bout dat boy; he went off in de mornin' an' ain't kim back."