A buffalo robe and two red blankets gave to the interior a cozy, warm look.

He observed that some of the girls' luggage was already on board.
"When'll we be off ?" he inquired.
"Sun-up," answered Lynn, briefly.
"I'm glad of that.

I like to be on the go in the early morning," said Joe, cheerfully.
"Most folks from over Eastways ain't in a hurry to tackle the river," replied Lynn, eyeing Joe sharply.
"It's a beautiful river, and I'd like to sail on it from here to where it ends, and then come back to go again," Joe replied, warmly.
"In a hurry to be a-goin'?
I'll allow you'll see some slim red devils, with feathers in their hair, slipping among the trees along the bank, and mebbe you'll hear the ping which's made when whistlin' lead hits.

Perhaps you'll want to be back here by termorrer sundown." "Not I," said Joe, with his short, cool laugh.
The old frontiersman slowly finished his task of coiling up a rope of wet cowhide, and then, producing a dirty pipe, he took a live ember from the fire and placed it on the bowl.

He sucked slowly at the pipe-stem, and soon puffed out a great cloud of smoke.