"I haven't had a chance to catch all the fish I
want yet!"
"Well, we may as well move over to the cabin if that's the general
opinion," agreed Will. "I must admit that those tents look pretty
thin to me. I didn't expect snow to fall so early."
"Besides," Sandy urged, "if we live in the cabin, we'll be
perfectly safe from attack. It would take dynamite to make a hole
through those great logs, and the door itself is about a foot
thick!"
"All right," Will replied. "If we find anything left when we get
back to our camping place, we'll move it over to the cabin!"
"The first thing to move will be George," laughed Sandy.
"Oh, I can walk all right!" the invalid declared.
"Through this thick snow? I should say not! We've got to make up
some kind of a sled and give you the first sleigh-ride of the
season!"
"And while we're about it, we can make a sled that we can move the
tents and provisions on," suggested Will.
The boys had little to make a sled with, but they finally managed
to bind saplings together with such cord as they had in their
possession, and so manufacture a "drag" upon which the wounded boy
could be carried back to camp. The lads were strongly tempted to
help themselves to Antoine's provisions before they left, but they
finally decided not to do so, especially as they believed that they
had plenty of their own.
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