“Yer seem ter hev kinder struck it rich,” pursued Thomson. “Two sleds an’ a lot of truck!”
“I borrowed ’em up at the camp,” said Sparwick, carelessly. “I’ve got spruce gum packed under the blankets. I oughter realize on it purty handsome.”
He glanced at the sleds; then tilted his chair back.
“Much obliged fur the grub,” he added. “I reckon I’ll take a sleep now, so’s ter pull out at daybreak.”
“Look here, Kyle Sparwick,” said Thomson. “We happen ter need an extry hand badly. Can’t you stay a day or two?”
Sparwick pulled at his short beard.
“I’m afeard not,” he replied, slowly. “I’ve got pressin’ business down at——”
Bang! the window came down with a crash as Jerry’s fingers knocked the plug of wood from under it. The frightened boys jumped back. They heard excited shouts and cries inside.
“Come on,” exclaimed Hamp. “We must face the music. I think we’re sure of square treatment.”
He led his companions around the angle of the house. Just as they reached the door it was flung open by a noisy crowd of loggers.