"Looks like it," was the answer. "Then it must be the whole camp," she said with an air of finality and with another yawn. MacDonald grinned and nodded, and opened his mouth to speak, when the front door swung wide and a man appeared in the light. A rush of frost, turned to vapor by the heat of the room, swirled about him to his knees and poured on across the floor, growing thinner and thinner, and perishing a dozen feet from the stove. Taking the wisp broom from its nail inside the door, the newcomer brushed the snow from his moccasins and high German socks. He would have appeared a large man had not a huge French-Canadian stepped up to him from the bar and gripped his hand. "Hello, Daylight!" was his greeting. "By Gar, you good for sore eyes!" "Hello, Louis, when did you-all blow in?" returned the newcomer. "Come up and have a drink and tell us all about Bone Creek. Why, dog-gone you-all, shake again. Where's that pardner of yours? I'm looking for him." Another huge man detached himself from the bar to shake hands.

Media	Boeken Paperback Book (Boek met zachte kaft en gelijmde rug)
Vrijgegeven	9 oktober 2017
ISBN13	9781975755157
Uitgevers	Createspace Independent Publishing Platf
Pagina's	312
Afmetingen	152 × 229 × 17 mm · 417 g
Taal en grammatica	Engels