I know better.
"By the great horn spoon! I b'lieve I'll go right along to Greenville
with you," exclaimed the guide a minute later. "I might get a chance to
pick up a bargain of a second-hand rifle there. And I guess you'd be
mighty sick o' your luck, Dol, if you had to lug them moose-antlers part
o' the way yerself. I ain't stuck on carrying 'em either, if we can get
a jumper."
But there was a third reason, still more powerful than these two, why
he should make a trip to the distant town, which stirred Herb's mind
while he stirred his cakes. His sturdy sense told him that it would be
well he should put in an appearance when Cyrus made a statement before
the Greenville coroner as to the cause and manner of Chris's death.
"Now, you boys, we don't want no fooling this blessed day," he said,
when breakfast was in order, and the campers were emptying for the
second time their tin mugs of coffee. "There's sport before us--tearing
good sport. Whatever do you s'pose I come on this morning when I was
cruising over the bog for water? Caribou-tracks! Caribou-tracks, as sure
as there's a caribou in Maine!
"Who's for following 'em? We hain't got much provisions left; and I
guess a chunk of broiled caribou-steak about as big as a horse's upper
lip would cheer each of us up, and make us feel first-rate.
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