quarters' consent to any other man in the mountains."
"It's a good offer," mused Bridger, "providing the percentage is all right. Not that there ain't a dozen men who can handle the work just as well as me. As I've said it all depends on the percentage, when you come to figuring its real value. Beaver won't always last. Big fortunes is to be made in it now, and I know beaver. But I'm much obliged for the offer. I'll chew it over on my way down-river."
"Think about it to-night," urged McKenzIe. "And remember I never lie when I want a man—I tell him the blunt truth."
"Of course—makes a feller mad to find out some one has been lying to him. No sense in it. Now I'll turn in."
He proceeded to the room set apart for them and found Lander fully dressed and sound asleep. It was obvious he had tried to keep awake to make his report. Bridger shook him out of his slumber and softly asked:
"What do the clerks say about the boats at the chantier?"
Lander blinked owlishly at the door and surprised his friend by stealing to it and glancing
