“All accounted for, Paul, I guess,” said Flint.
Carhart replied with a question, “How about those iron rods, John?”
“All checked off and packed on the train.”
“Did you accept Doble and Dean’s estimate for your oats?”
“Not much. Cut it down a third. It was altogether too much to carry. You see, I shall be only thirty-odd miles from Red Hills, once I get out there, and I don’t look for any trouble keeping in touch.”
“It’s just as well,” said Carhart. “The less you carry, the more room for us.”
“Did those pots and kettles come, Gus?” Carhart asked, turning to the younger Vandervelt, who was to act as his secretary and general assistant.
“Yes; just before noon. They had been carried on to Paradise by mistake. I got them right aboard.”
“And you were going to keep an eye on that cook. Where is he?”