I arranged to have him act as our guide." "I reckon he is." Tom dismounted and led his pony to the gate, irritated at the woman's abrupt manner and speech, but this feeling was not shared by the others of his party who were greatly amused at the brief dialogue.
"I say, I am Tom Gray.

May I see Joe ?" "I reckon ye kin if ye've got eyes." "Then please ask him to step out.

Or shall I go in ?" "Yer lookin' at Joe Shafto.

If ye don't like the looks of me look t'other way!" she fairly flung at him.
"You don't understand, Madam.

We engaged Joe Shafto, a man, to guide us through the North Woods and--" "I tell ye I'm the party, and I'm man enough for any bunch of rough-necks in the timber," retorted the woman.
"A woman guide! Good night!" muttered Hippy Wingate under his breath..