"Of course!" Sandy declared. "We couldn't think of going back to
the cabin without butting into some new combination!"
In a short time the Indian discovered the footprints he was looking
for, and pointed them out to the boys. Two persons had passed that
way not long before. The tracks in the snow showed that one had
worn moccasins and the other ordinary shoes.
"I should think that fellow's feet would freeze!" Sandy observed.
"He don't seem to have any overshoes on!"
"How do you know?" asked Thede. "He may have a small foot and wear
overshoes shaped like a shoe itself."
"I wish we could follow the trail and find out where they're
going!" Sandy observed.
"I'm game for it!" declared Thede.
The two boys pointed to the foot-prints and started to follow them.
The Indian seemed pleased at the idea, and soon led the way toward
the range of hills whither the foot-prints pointed.
"The first thing we know," Thede suggested, "we'll be running into
a nest of black bears. They're thick as bees up in this country,
and they'll be hungry, too, with all this snow on the ground."
The words were hardly out of his mouth before a succession of low,
angry growls came to the ears of the boys, and the next moment they
saw Oje springing into the lower branches of a great fir tree.
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