“Just ain’t he fat! And the rat-skin?”
“That ain’t much.”
“But it’d make a nice purse if there was any money to put in it.”
“That’s so, Susie.”
“But we’ll get something to put in it,” she said, setting her large red eyes on the man, and speaking with cold cheerfulness.
“Yes,” he returned hastily. “I’ll get a job up river soon. Them Boston men’s set on buildin’ a house. Thought I’d see ‘bout gettin’ on to that.”
“Is Carington comin’ to hunt caribou?”
“Don’t know rightly. He ain’t said nothin’, ’cept last week. I ain’t seen him since.”
“He’ll come, I guess, Joe, and then, if you’re a man, there’ll be a chance.”
“Yes, yes,” he said anxiously. “Time ’nough.”