Canoe Mates in Canada; Or, Three Boys Afloat on the Saskatchewan

quietly reached out and drew his faithful ally, the little Marlin repeater, somewhat closer, as though he felt safer thus;

onsidered green in the ways of the woods; and it is habit as

the party approaching did not want to arouse suspicion o

when he first saw the tall, bulky form of the pilgrim, was of the opinion that no word could do

man would be several sorts of a fool who wandered about these wild parts without that main

s face, being, as has been said befor

rough woods rover, with a laugh like the roar of a bull alligator, and a heartiness that seem

for just what he appeared, a big, rough-and-ready woodsman, full of coars

aze jest a ways back, an' thinks I, what's the use in bunkin' alone ternight, Stackpole, yer old timber-cruiser, when thar's companionable chaps near by who won't object p'raps ter sharin' ther fire with ye? So I tolddled along a little further, an' here I be. Jest say as I'm welc

r lip that Cuthbert noticed, and he knew that the young Can

his recollections were correct he was of the impression that the same Stackpole had been held up as an example of a somewhat lawless character, who made a pretense of cruising about loo

in that the other had discovered their camp, as he had declared, by accident,

the little favor he asked, of spending the night by their fire, to enjoy their company-people who roam the woods have peculiar id

if they maintained their usual custom of standing watch-and-watch alik

as though he might even be delighted to have this wanderin

ing about a little, partly to hunt, but mostly because I've a penchant, that is, a weakness for exploring out-of-the-way places. Stackpole, did you say your name was?-well, mine's Cuthbert Reynol

th one in distress; only in this case he felt that it was along the line of casting pearls before swine, for

fact, it's been so long since I had a cup. An' stew, my, that smells prime. Say, it was a mighty lucky streak that made me come along the river here, headin' fur the post. Thought I'd keep r

ert was of the opinion that the presence of Owen had rather upset the big chap, and that some o

, and the more these peculiar things came about the greater the desire

alone, so that he might ask a few per

d stew having been warmed, the giant timber-crui

the night-he never missed an opportunity to handle the wonderful cedar canoe, running his hands over

d him to saunter over that way, in order that he might say something

e boats, conscious at the same time that Stackpole had his shrewd eyes fastened upon him; and he could ima

you weren't here to tell me about him I'd keep an eye on Mr. Stackpole during his stay in camp," w

and under that jolly laugh he has the temper of a devil. And to tell you the truth, he doesn't like me worth a cent. There's a story connected with it which I'll be glad to tell you at the first chance, that is if you care to hear anything concerning my wretched and unhappy past. I think we'd better act as if we d

often Stackpole's glance wandered suspiciously toward them, as if the fellow wondered what he, Owen, might be telling the young fellow, whom he had already decided, if he di

t after a week of rain," pursued Cuthbert; at which the other, overcome with emotion (for he had led a lonely life and never knew what it was to have the counsel of a genuine friend) and unable to express his feelings in words,

e to soul; and the communion of interests that had been slowly drawing th

r labor; and during the minutes that elapsed Cuthbert managed to ask numerous questions about Stackpole, for when he learned from Owen that in times past this fellow and the halfbreed Dubois, from whom he had s

of storm and stress lay before them-for one thing, he was glad that Owen had crossed his path, nor did he mean that the other should ever go out of his life again-come what w