And also knew that back of the narrow slits of Breault's eyes was the cunning of a fox.
"You might also tell him the law has a mind to forgive him for sticking up that free trader's post a few years ago." Jolly Roger turned with his snowshoe piled high with a load of snow.
"I'll tell him that, too," he said, chuckling at the obviousness of the other's trap.

"What do you think my cabin is, Breault--a Rest for Homeless Outlaws ?" Breault grinned.

It was an odd sort of grin, and Jolly Roger caught it over his shoulder.

When he returned from dumping his load, Breault said: "You see, we know this Jolly Roger fellow is spending the winter somewhere up here.

And Cassidy says there is a girl down south--" Jolly Roger's face was hidden in the tunnel.
"-- who would like to see him," finished Breault.
When McKay turned toward him the Ferret was carelessly lighting his pipe.
"I remember--Cassidy told me about this girl," said Jolly Roger.