But certainly he must be a plucky sort of person to have ventured a journey of four hundred miles on snowshoes.

Do you know who he is ?" Katherine asked with quickened interest.
"Someone to do with the fishing, I think; a sort of master of the fleet very likely," replied Mrs.Burton, who had dropped her knitting and gathered both the little girls on to her lap, as the surest means of keeping them quiet while she talked to her sister.
"How will Oily Dave like that, I wonder ?" Katherine said in a musing tone, and then her thoughts went wandering off to the pails of stolen lard.

She had kept up an unremitting watchfulness ever since the time when the theft occurred, and had missed nothing more of importance; but her mistrust of Oily Dave was as great as ever.
"I don't suppose he will like it at all," Mrs.Burton answered.
"But it is quite time that a more responsible man was put in charge.".