Are you a good
traveller?"
"Not so bad, sir, an' I drives dogs."
Mr. MacPherson was silent for a few moments, then he spoke.
"These Eskimos are careless scallawags with letters and they lose them
sometimes. The letters I am sending are very important ones or I
wouldn't be sending them. I think you would take better care of them
than they. Will you keep them safe if I let you go with the Eskimos?"
"Yes, sir, I'd be rare careful."
"Well, we'll see. I think I'll let you take the letters. I can't say
yet just when I'll have you start but within the month."
"Thank you, sir."
"In the meantime make yourself useful about the place here. There'll
be nothing for you to do to-day. Look around and get acquainted. You
may go now. Come to the office in the morning and one of the clerks
will tell you what to do."
"All right, sir."
When Bob passed out of doors he was fairly treading upon air. A way
was opening up for him to return home and in all probability he should
reach there by the time Dick and Ed and Bill came out from the trails
in the spring and if they had not, in the meantime, taken the news of
his disappearance to Wolf Bight, the folks at home would know nothing
of it until he told them himself and would have no unusual cause for
worry in the meantime.
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