"Jim, do you know a ranch at Poplar Point called Bundy's? You know most of the places up and down the lake, don't you?"
"Yes, I know it. It lies back a quarter of a mile or so, on a bench."
"Cleared, is it?"
"Not much. It was once, but most of it's growed up again."
"Well, this gentleman's going there. Maybe you could give him pointers."
"Going to live there?" asked Flanagan.
"Yes, I'm going to live there," said Arthur.
"Well, I don't know but what you can. There's a pretty good log-house. I'm living not far away myself."
"Can't you row me over?"
"No, I can't do that. It wouldn't be no good if I did. You can't live there without a good bit of preparation. There ain't no shops at Poplar Point, and there ain't no hotel," he remarked with a grin.