“Everything’s bully,” declared Amesbury, “and fresh meat just now is the bulliest thing could have come our way. All right, fellows; you get camp going. You’d find skinning pretty hard work in this weather, but Ahmik and I don’t mind it.”
“My, but I’m glad we don’t have to go any farther today,” said Paul when he and Dan returned to make camp. “I’m just done for. I can hardly move my feet.”
“Does un pain much?” asked Dan, sympathetically.
“You bet it does,” and Paul winced.
“Where is un hurtin’ most now?”
“Here, and here,” indicating his hips, groins and calves.
“Lift un feet—higher.”
“Oh! Ouch!”
“Why weren’t you sayin’ so, now? ’Tis sure th’ snowshoe ailment, an’ not just stiffness. Mr. Amesbury’d not be goin’ on, an’ you havin’ that.”