WiththemstoodMcCuaig。Hisblanketrollcontaininghisgrub，withfrying—panandtea—pailattached，layathisfeet；hisriflebesideit。
Foramomentortwohestoodlookingbackupthestreambywhich，lastnight，hehadcome。Thenhebegantyinghispaddlestothecanoethwartsinpreparationforpackingitacrosstheportage。
Ashewastyingonthesecondpaddle，Duff’seyefellonhim。
\"What’sup，McCuaig？\"hesaid。\"Aren’tyougoinguptothePost？\"
\"No，IguessIain’tgoin’upnomore，\"repliedMcCuaigslowly。