"Don't pay any attention to him. He doesn't mean anything by it. You
know how he likes to joke every one. Now, we're off again, boys."
Once more they made their way along the rough road. The sight of those
two unfortunates sprawling upon the ground was a lesson, warning the
riders against trying for speed under such conditions, so they made
haste slowly.
Upon arriving at the cabin home of the trapper they surprised him very
much; and when Jesse Wilcox learned the object of their visit he was
more pleased than ever.
They spent some hours with him, and even assisted in getting the evening
meal. From their long experience now the boys had become quite
proficient in this line, and were able to show old Jesse quite a few
tricks that delighted him.
With the campfire blazing merrily, they ate supper alongside his rough
cabin home. Of course, they fairly deluged him with questions about the
habits of the big game of the West, which he answered to the best of his
ability.
"Wait till we get out with Martin Mabie, fellows. He's on the ground,
and can set us straight.
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