It was after this third try that we were snowed up in a hut we threw together in a rock-hollow. There was nothing to do, except eat, sleep and keep the fire going. None of us was talkative. We were too disappointed, too tired. But some time in the afternoon of the second day Corlaer woke up Tawannears and me.
"I hafe foundt der way," he announced.
"What way?" I yawned.
"Ofer der mountains."
Tawannears looked interested, but I was resentful at being disturbed.
"Oh, it starts here in the hut?" I jeered.
"Perhaps," he answered, unmoved.
"What is in Corlaer's mind?" asked the Seneca eagerly.
Peter made up the fire before replying. Talking was an effort for him, and he usually required time to sort out his words.
"We follow der animals," he said at length.