"Now, if you've got that little scrap settled, you can give me a
boost through this window!" suggested Thede.
"Sure the door's closed?" asked Tommy.
"Closed and latched!" was the answer.
The boys had some difficulty in removing the single sash which
protected the opening, but the task was finally accomplished, and
then Thede crawled through into the cottage.
The boys heard him drop lightly to the floor and then followed a
long silence. Presently Sandy clambered up the log wall and peered
inside.
He saw Thede standing close against the wall, gazing down at a
great haunch of venison which lay on the floor.
"If you want to keep that in good condition for eating, hang it out
in the frost," laughed Sandy. "We can't afford to lose that!"
Thede beckoned to him to enter, and the boy dropped down on the
floor.
"Who brought it here?" he asked.
"Search me!" Thede answered.
"It might have been Antoine."
"Aw, he couldn't kill a deer and bring in that big haunch with that
lame wrist of his!" Thede exclaimed.
Sandy looked out of the window and beckoned to his chums to enter.
They gathered around the haunch of venison with amazement depicted
on their faces. The fire still burned brightly, and it was evident
that it had not been long since new fuel had been laid.
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