How'd you like to go into the Upper Naas country this fall,
trap all winter, work the sand bars in the spring, and come out next
fall with a sack of gold it would take a horse to pack?"
Hazel clapped her hands.
"Oh, Bill, wouldn't that be fine?" she cried. Across her mind flashed
a vivid picture of the journey, pregnant with adventure, across the
wild hinterlands--they two together. "I'd love to."
"It won't be all smooth sailing," he warned. "It's a long trip and a
hard one, and the winter will be longer and harder than the trip. We
won't have the semi-luxuries we've got here in this cabin. Not by a
long shot. Still, there's a chance for a good big stake, right in that
one trip."
"But why the necessity for making a stake?" she inquired thoughtfully,
after a lapse of five minutes. "I thought you didn't care anything
about money so long as you had enough to get along on? And we surely
have that. We've got over two thousand dollars in real money--and no
place to spend it--so we're compelled to save."
Bill blew a smoke ring over his head and watched it vanish up toward
the dusky roof beams before he answered.
"Well, little person," said he, "that's very true, and we can't
truthfully say that stern necessity is treading on our heels.
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