“Hello! Hello! are you there!” came in a hoarse voice.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Open the door, new chum.” It was Simeon.
I gave a shout, rushed out and fairly hugged him with joy and Jim too, who was unharnessing the dogs.
“And here’s Klondike, grown as big as a tiger,” Simeon cried, picking up the cat. “Have you any grub?”
“Plenty.”
“Boil the billy and make tea. Is any of the brandy left?”
“I never touched it.”
“The best news yet. Knock the neck off a bottle, Jim, brandy.” Jim was in the hut in an instant. After justice had been more than done to the meal, Simeon after looking around said, “Well done for a boy. Had a long wait, eh?”
“I always thought you would come.”