"Ye might as weel sit down.

Where do ye hail from ?" Blake laughed as he found a seat.

He imagined that their appearance must have been somewhat startling, but he knew it takes a good deal to disturb the equanimity of a Hudson Bay Scot.
"From Sweetwater; but we have been up in the timber belt since winter set in.

Now we have run out of provisions and my partner's lamed by snowshoe trouble." "Ay," said the man; "I suspected something o' the kind.

But maybe ye'll be wanting supper ?" "I believe, if we were put to it, we could eat half a caribou," Benson told him with a grin.
"It's no to be had," the Scot answered in a matter-of-fact tone.