"I should say we have," said he.

"But any road's good enough just so it gets us up to our jungle.

You don't know what iss a jungle?
Well, it's where the sabcat brothers meets all by theirselves on the Reserve." "Reserve ?" asked Mary Warren.

"What do you mean ?" "Where the timber is that them army scum is cutting for the Government.
Pine, some spruce.

This road was made to get timber out.