A. M. Chisholm

“ We embarked, and after bucking a head wind which had arisen reached the creek, and made up the stiff current, finding Ballou and Louis waiting for us, the latter with a good meal ready.
It was quite like old times to see Louis around the fire juggling grub. Dinny and he seemed willing to let bygones be bygones. All outwardly was harmony, and so far as I could see it was real enough.
Naturally I was jubilant. There were the furs. After all, things had turned out right. I saw opening before me the fulfillment of a number of boyish dreams. Now I would work no more on the ranch. ”

“ You got two men here. Me and Louis is two more. We can handle the rest of the canoes, and they'll hold the load. Of course, if you'd rather not have me and Louis that goes without a murmur. Only we're goin' home, and we've sure got to have some way of gettin' there. I guess you wouldn't see us walk."
"No, of course not," said Mr. Fothergill. "Hang it, Jim, this is a fair proposition. What do you say? You're the only one that's hanging back."
Dunleath looked Ballou in the face, and the older man returned his gaze without a waver.
"All right," he said at last. "I'll go you on it, Ballou." ”

“ They ran clean down the lake, and in the morning searched the shores, beating Ballou to it, but found nothing. The next night they searched the islands, and found the canoes where I had left them. Thus they knew that I was neither shot nor drowned. Then they brought the canoes to the larger island and established themselves there, knowing that I had a canoe, and crediting me with more common sense than I displayed.
"I don't see why you should say that," said Mr. Fothergill, referring to Dunleath's comment. "Just look at this thing sensibly. We all make mistakes. Tom has owned up to his. ”