“In course I will,” was the answer. “What is it?”
“Shut my door, and fix it as I tell you.”
“What! you don't expect to come back, I hope?” was the quick retort. “But I'll fix the shanty, fur thar may be some things thar that I'll want when I come back.”
He then shut the door of the cave home, and left Gopher Gid there while he went round the hill, from whose further side he soon reappeared, leading two mules, the late lead ones of his team.
Gopher Gid once glanced over his shoulder at the hill-home which he was leaving forcibly after a long sojourn there, and could hardly realise his situation till he turned to look into the ogreish face of Timon Moss.
“Look well at your hole in the ground, my peewee, fur ye're never comin' back to its traps and skins.”
Gid's eyes flashed fire.
Never? He would see about that.
CHAPTER II.
The greater part of the week had elapsed since the occurrence of the scenes narrated in the previous chapter. Moss and his boy-captive had journeyed not fast, it is true, but nevertheless quite steadily, in a northwesterly direction.