As usual, Belshazzar rode beside him and questioned the Harvester when he politely suggested to Betsy that she make a little haste.
"Have you forgotten that mushrooms are perishable ?" he asked.

"If we don't get these to the city all woodsy and fresh we can't sell them.
Wonder where we can do the best?
The hotels pay well.

Really, the biggest prices could be had by----" Then the Harvester threw back his head and began to laugh, and he laughed, and he laughed.

A crow on the fence Joined him, and a kingfisher, heading for Loon Lake, and then Belshazzar caught the infection.
"Begorry! The very idea!" cried the Harvester.

"'Heaven helps them that help themselves.' Now you just watch us manoeuvre for assistance, Belshazzar, old boy! Here we go!" Then the laugh began again.