Part 23 (2/2)

Twolaunch of a much better type than those in use by the other ca and burly fellows

One of them was unmistakably Irish; the other looked of Swedish extraction

”You the man that looks after this joint?” asked the Swede

”I am,” I answered

He looked me up and down, for I was on the same side of the counter as they Then he turned to his Irish corin

”Say,hed loudly

At first I failed to see the point of hilarity

”What is the joke?” I asked

”Guess you are!” said the Swede And the two hed louder than ever

”Look here!” I cried, o off, that I arinned at What do you want? Speak out your business or get out of here and tuht, matey,” put in the Irishs We Canucks don't wear breeches and leggings in grocery stores Do we, Jan?”

”Guess nit,” said Jan And they both laughed again

I cooled down, thinking if that were all their joke they elcohty handy for getting through the bush with and for turinned ”All right, fellows,” I cried, ”laugh all you want and I'll leave you a legging each as a legacy when I die”

”Say, sonny,--you're all right!” he exclaimed

Good humour returned all round

”We're from No 2 Camp at Cromer Bay and ant a bunch of stuff”

”Where is your list and I'll try to fill it?” I inquired

The Swede handed over a long order, badly scrawled on the back of a paper bag The order was unstaned, and not on the coood,” I said ”Where is the company's order?”