“Oh, it’s you, Curlie Carson?”
The newcomer had dismounted and approached on foot.
“And you, Doctor LeBeau!” came from the boy. “I’m surely glad to see you.
“But that thing—” he pointed at the tractor. “What do you do with that?”
“Many things, my boy. Very useful. Snake out logs. Launch boats. Plenty of work. Just now I am coming from moving an Indian family to their new home seven miles away. Cabin was twelve feet square. Just slid skids under it, hitched on and moved ’em, house, furniture, bag, baggage and babies. Not so bad!” He laughed a merry laugh.
“But answer me. What you doing here?”
“Out of gas.”
“Out of gas!” The doctor whistled. “Thought you were Old Man Preparedness himself.”
“So did I. But when your gas cache has been robbed? What then?”
“Robbed?”