“Roy, you're a Mormon an' you already got a wife,” was Dale's reply.
“Now, Milt, have you lived so long in the woods thet you never heard of a Mormon with two wives?” returned Roy, and then he laughed heartily.
“I never could stomach what I did hear pertainin' to more than one wife for a man.”
“Wal, my friend, you go an' get yourself ONE. An' see then if you wouldn't like to have TWO.”
“I reckon one 'd be more than enough for Milt Dale.”
“Milt, old man, let me tell you thet I always envied you your freedom,” said Roy, earnestly. “But it ain't life.”
“You mean life is love of a woman?”
“No. Thet's only part. I mean a son—a boy thet's like you—thet you feel will go on with your life after you're gone.”
“I've thought of that—thought it all out, watchin' the birds an' animals mate in the woods.... If I have no son I'll never live hereafter.”
“Wal,” replied Roy, hesitatingly, “I don't go in so deep as thet. I mean a son goes on with your blood an' your work.”