Then he loaded up the things and took them to Dad's cabin, remarking he was glad to have somewhere to leave the grub, as he couldn't possibly pack it with him.
Dad eyed the outfit, then tried to catch Lucky Jim's eye, but failed.
"Yuh must have put in a hell of an outfit last fall," he at length remarked suspiciously.
"It's the first thing I attend to when I hit a camp with a poke. Get me a cabin and fill it with grub."
The provisions were stowed away in silence.
"I'll be hittin' the trail between now and morning," whispered Lucky Jim, "that is, if she snows. What was it you named that bar again?"
"Easy Money."
Lucky Jim slapped his knees and laughed uproariously.
Dad stared at him in amazement.
"Anythin' the matter with it?" he inquired.