FORGET THAT I LOVED YOU
"We've hardly had time to look into anything yet," said Mr. St. Clair; "but if you will step into my office, Colonel, I have the papers and maps there." Mr. St. Clair's tone was anxious. Once more the colonel shot a glance at him.
"You have been on the spot, I judge," he said to Ranald, rising and following Mr. St. Clair.
"Yes, over it all."
"Wall, come along, you're the map we want, eh? Maps are chiefly for purposes of deception, I have found, ha, ha! and there ain't none of 'em right," and he held the door for Ranald to enter.
Mr. St. Clair was evidently annoyed. Unfolding a map he laid it out on the table. "This is the place, I believe," he said, putting his finger down upon the map.
"Ain't surveyed, I judge," said the colonel to Ranald.
"No, only in part; the old Salter lines are there, but I had to go away beyond these."
"Warn't 'fraid of gettin' lost, eh? Ha, ha! Wall show us your route."
Ranald put his finger on the map, and said: "I struck the Bass River about here, and using that as a base, first explored the whole west side, for, I should say, about ten miles back from the river."
"Don't say! How'd you grub? Game mostly?"
"Well, we carried some pork and Hudson Bay hard tack and tea, and of course, we could get all the fish and game we wanted."
"Lots of game, eh? Small and big?" The colonel
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