Strapping the long kerosene oil container to the sled, they were ready to start out. The twins watched them from the door.
“If you come to a good hill, you can sit on the sled and coast down,” Mac grinned.
“That will be all right if you don’t run up against a stump,” Tim added.
Barry slipped the sled rope through his belt and they were off. “See you in our new quarters before long,” he called back.
“Have a warm fire by the time we get there,” Kent requested.
“Don’t forget coffee and butter!” Tim yelled.
“And sausage!” Mac whooped.
With a laugh and a reassuring wave the two boys with the sled entered the woods and were lost to sight.
Barry and Kent struck off in a southeasterly direction through the woods. They knew that Fox Point lay in that direction and were interested to see how near they would come to it. There was no definite path to follow, and so they wound around bluffs and between the trees, checking their course by a pocket compass. The forest was a fairly open one, and the trees stood well apart, making it easy to draw the sled. Underfoot the snow made a soft carpet.
The entire day had been a gloomy one, and the sky was gray and heavy, with a strong hint of snow in it. Darkness would come quickly, and the two boys were aware of the fact and determined to lose no time in making the trip.