“Plenty,” said Johnny.
“Yes, an’ heard ’em,” MacGregor added.
They told Blackie what had happened.
“So you think you heard them?” he asked.
“Think?” MacGregor roared. “We know we heard ’em.”
“Might have been a seal barking to his mate, or mebby a loon. You can’t be sure. Question is, if they’re here, where’s their nets?” Blackie came up on deck.
“Turn the boat north by east,” he said to Johnny. “We’re going in for a rest.”
“Rest? What’s that?” Johnny opened up a grand smile.
“Something we don’t have much of,” said Blackie. “But this fog burns your eyes. You’re no good when you’ve been out too long.
“There’s a cabin on shore if only we can find it,” he explained. “A trapper’s place, snug and warm. Red McGee told me about it. Trapper’s gone south with his furs. We’re to make ourselves at home.”