"There are not roads and hotels?"
"The roads the lumberers make. And I saw one hotel, and did not want to see any more."
"How did you find your way?"
"I had a guide—an Indian, who could speak a little English."
"No other company?"
"Rifle and fishing-rod."
"Good work for them there, I suppose?"
"Capital. Moose, and wild-fowl, and fish, all of best quality. I wished
I could have sent you some."
"Thank you for thinking of me. I should have liked the game too."
"Are you comfortable here?" he asked, lowering his voice. Just then the door opened; a man's head was put in, surveyed the two people in the room, and after a second's deliberation disappeared again.