resting at the Crow village and arranging for the winter trade. I'm glad to get the robes. Any time you have any we'll take them."
"I don't care to bother with 'em," Bridger carelessly assured. "All I'm after is beaver."
"We do quite a bit with beaver, and we shall do more. My man, Jacob Berger, is up visiting the Piegans. They're the best beaver-hunters among the Blackfeet, and as the opposition hasn't taken all the beaver above Milk River I'm expecting rather good returns from there."
"When does Berger git back?"
"Any time now."
"You'll be the first to git into their good feelings," said Bridger with a genial smile. "By the way, do you happen to have a keelboat in your chantier (navy yard)? I'd like to buy it if you have. I'll give a St. Louis order for it. It'll help cancel my order on you."
"Our chantier is twenty-five miles up-river, you know," slowly replied McKenzie, trying to imagine why Bridger, arriving without packs, should want a keelboat.
"I don't know just what we have there, or what condition it may be in. I might be willing to sell one. Of course we have use for all our
