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Wait till I git my pants on , '' said he , stalking nimbly to where they lay . `` It 's just this way , '' Clallam continued ; `` we 're bound for the upper Okanagon country , and we must get in there to build our cabin before cold weather . '' `` Do n't you worry about that . It 'll take you three days to the next ferry , while you and me and the boy kin build a raft right here by to-morrow noon . You hev an axe , I expect ? Well , here is timber close , and your trail takes over to my place on the Okanagon , where you 've got another crossin ' to make . And all this time we 're keeping the ladies waitin ' up the hill !