"I study it, an' make a business of it,—that is I do for the present," he said, rubbing his hands together and tilting back in his chair, "an' I ain't done bad this season."
"Got lots of furs and skins, Spardsley?" inquired Musgrove, taking time enough to look up from his plate.
"Mebbe—mebbe not."
"Ain't that jest what you said?"
"You're a keen youngster, ain't yer?"
"I'm smarter than some people."
"Powerful glad ter hear it. One of these days I'll take ye boys around when I visit my traps,—only one at a time, mind ye. A hull lot might scare the critters away fur a month. Who wants ter go?"
"I do," said Bob, quickly.
"Being as it's you who spoke fust, you're number one," returned the trapper, nodding toward him.
"Good! You'll find me ready any time."