A splash through the water, a scramble up the other bank, a long climb, and they were out again on the prairie.

A mile of good trail and they were at home, welcomed by the baying of two huge Russian wolf hounds.
Through the dim light Kalman could discover the outlines of what seemed a long heap of logs, but what he afterwards discovered to be a series of low log structures which did for house, stable and sheds of various kinds.
"Down! Bismark.

Down! Blucher.

Hello there, Mac! Where in the world are you ?" After some time Mackenzie appeared with a lantern, a short, grizzled, thick-set man, rubbing his eyes and yawning prodigiously.
"I nefer thought you would be coming home to-night," he said.
"What brought ye at this time ?" "Never mind, Mac," said French.

"Get the horses out, and Kalman and I will unload this stuff." In what seemed to be an outer shed, they deposited the pork, flour, and other articles that composed the load.