We ought to have a new pail.

I guess I'll get it first, and fill up on what's left.

One for a quarter will do.

And I've several traps yet, I may get a few more rats." The virtuous resolve to buy a milk pail before he quenched the thirst which burned him, so elated Jimmy with good opinion of himself that he began whistling gayly as he strode toward his next trap.

And by that token, Dannie Macnoun, resetting an empty trap a quarter of a mile below, knew that Jimmy was coming, and that as usual luck was with him.
Catching his blood and water dripping bag, Dannie dodged a rotten branch that came crashing down under the weight of its icy load, and stepping out on the river, he pulled on his patched wool-lined mittens as he waited for Jimmy.
"How many, Dannie ?" called Jimmy from afar.
"Seven," answered Dannie.