I've never seen Montreal since, but
I've had a good time out in the woods, in the shanties in the winters; on
the rivers in the summer. I've only been as far East as this in eight
years."
"What do you do in the winter, then?"
"Shanties-shanties all the time. In the summer this; in the Fall taking
the men back to the shanties. Bossing the lot; doing it from love of the
life that's been given back to me. Yes, this is the life that makes you
take things easy. You don't get fussed out here. The job I had took a bit
of doing, but it was done, and I'm lucky to have my boss see the end of
it."
He smiled benignly upon John Grier. He knew he was valuable to the Grier
organization; he knew that Grier had heard of him under another name. Now
Grier had seen him, and he felt he would like to tell John Grier some
things about the river he ought to know. He waved a hand declining the
cigar offered him by his great chief.
"Thanks, I don't smoke, and I don't drink, and I don't chew; but I
eat--by gosh, I eat! Nothing's so good as good food, except good
reading."
"Good reading!" exclaimed John Grier. "Good reading--on the river!"
"Well, it's worked all right, and I read a lot. I get books from
Montreal, from the old library at the University.
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