"And there are the wolf skins," said Toby. "I wants Charley to take un home with he when he goes next summer on the mail boat. Twere he that fought for un, and they belongs to he."
"Aye, they belongs to Charley," agreed Mrs. Twig, "and half the martens too. If 'tweren't for Charley bein' here to go along with you, you couldn't have got un, with all the work you were havin' to do with the wood, to make you bide home. If Charley were havin' a rifle when he meets the wolves he'd have got more of un, and the dogs wouldn't have got cut up so bad."
"I wish I had a rifle," Charley suggested eagerly. "I've got sixty dollars my father gave me before I left him. Is there anywhere I could buy one with that?"
"You'll be needin' that to pay your passage back home," Mrs. Twig counseled. "You needs so
