Besides, it was none of his affair, and if ever it should chance to become so, surely there were more respectable means by which he could obtain information.

He glanced about, seeking some way of recrossing the stream.
"If you require any new equipment," he said tersely, "we can probably supply you at the camp.

How do you manage to get across here ?" Murphy, walking stiffly, led the way down the steep slope, and silently pointed out a log bridging the narrow stream.

He stood watching while the officer picked his steps across, but made no responsive motion when the other waved his hand from the opposite shore, his sallow face looking grim and unpleasant.
"Damn--the luck!" he grumbled, shambling back up the bank.

"It don't--look--right.