Daylight interfered.
"Where are you-all going ?" he demanded, attempting to draw them to the bar.
"Bed," Elijah Davis answered.
He was a lean tobacco-chewing New Englander, the one daring spirit in his family that had heard and answered the call of the West shouting through the Mount Desert back odd-lots.

"Got to," Joe Hines added apologetically.

"We're mushing out in the mornin'." Daylight still detained them.

"Where to?
What's the excitement ?" "No excitement," Elijah explained.

"We're just a-goin' to play your hunch, an' tackle the Upper Country.