“Yes.”
“Wall, does that mean six or eight or ten miles of a haul?”
“On the west side,” replied Ranald, “no. There are a number of small streams and lakes which you could utilize.”
“And on the east side?”
“You see, Colonel,” broke in Mr. St. Clair, “that whole country is one net-work of water-ways. Notice the map here; and there are always a number of lakes not marked.”
“That is quite true,” said Ranald, “as a rule; but on the east side—”
“Oh, of course,” said Mr. St. Clair, hastily, “you will find great differences in different parts of the country.”
Mr. St. Clair folded up the map and threw it on the table.
“Let's see,” said the colonel, taking up the map again. “Now how about the camps, Mr. Macdonald, where do you locate them?”
“I have a rough draught here in which the bases for camps are indicated,” said Ranald, ignoring the imploring and angry looks of his chief.