“Sure it be. What o’ that, Young Dan?”
“I mean it was already baited with fish when I got to it. I mean that someone had rebaited it—and reset it, too, I guess—since your last visit.”
“You don’t say! Someone at our traps! Let’s make a try at gittin’ home, pardner. I be that danged hungry an’ oncomfortable my brains won’t think.”
CHAPTER VII
THE ONE-EYED INJUN
The partners aroused Jim Conley, who grumbled savagely at being disturbed.
“We’re going, anyhow,” said Young Dan, upon seeing that the fellow had not suffered seriously by Andy Mace’s method of persuasion.
“Stop here all night, if you want to—and freeze to death! You’re old enough an’ ugly enough to look after yerself.”
Conley sat up at that and violently demanded immediate information concerning his whereabouts.
“You’re in the woods,” replied Young Dan. “In the woods, where you’d be froze stiff in the snow by now, but for Andy Mace.”