"He does," agreed the other dryly.

They fell into a desultory conversation of fits and starts. Woodsmen
of the genuine sort are never talkative; and Thorpe, as has been
explained, was constitutionally reticent. In the course of their
disjointed remarks Thorpe explained that he was looking for work in
the woods, and intended, first of all, to try the Morrison & Daly
camps at Beeson Lake.

"Know anything about logging?" inquired the stranger.

"Nothing," Thorpe confessed.

"Ain't much show for anything but lumber-jacks. What did you think
of doing?"

"I don't know," said Thorpe, doubtfully. "I have driven horses a
good deal; I thought I might drive team."

The woodsman turned slowly and looked Thorpe over with a quizzical
eye. Then he faced to the front again and spat.

"Quite like," he replied still more dryly.

The boy's remark had amused him, and he had showed it, as much as
he ever showed anything. Excepting always the riverman, the driver
of a team commands the highest wages among out-of-door workers. He
has to be able to guide his horses by little steps over, through,
and around slippery and bristling difficulties. He must acquire