There might be duck over Moose
river, Thede suggested, and Tommy certainly would want a duck for
his stew. Also there might be wild geese there.
When they came to the place where the provisions had been cached,
they found the surface of the ground broken and the provisions
gone. Not a single can remained.
"Now, we'll have to shoot all the more game," declared Tommy. "We
haven't got many beans or tomatoes left, so we'll have to forage on
the country."
The loss was not considered a serious one, for the boys had plenty
of provisions at the cabin and game was very plentiful.
As they passed through the country signs of the wild creatures of
the woods were numerous. There were few spaces of a length of
twenty-five feet in which the track of some wild beast or bird did
not cross their path.
Thede read this writing in the snow so understandingly that the
boys actually paid more attention to his explanations than to the
discovery of the game he was talking about.
"What crossed there?" Will would ask.
"That must have been a red deer!"
"And this track, here?" asked Tommy.
"Probably a fox."
"Well, what do you make of this?" Will demanded with a wink at
Tommy.
"That must have been a moose, but he passed here some time before
the last fall of snow!" replied Thede.
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