"We'll come and look at un first thing in the marnin'."
"I can't wait to see!"
"'Twill be more fun when we sets marten and fox traps. I'm goin' to ask Dad to let us have some traps, and we can trap together, and I'm not doubtin' we'll be gettin' some fur. We'll be partners."
"That'll be great! When can we start setting them?"
"When we comes back from goin' with Dad to his path."
"Where are we going now? We're not going the way we came."
"I'm takin' a short way through the timber. We may see some pa'tridges."
They walked for a few minutes in silence, when Toby, who was in the lead, suddenly stopped, and examined the snow at his feet.
"What is it?" asked Charley in excitement, as Toby pointed to some large tracks in the snow.
Toby, looking in the direction in which the tracks led, said nothing for a moment. They were large tracks—nearly large enough for those of a bear, and the steps taken by the animal that made them were short steps.