“Oh, Will, what shall we do if they come here?”
“They probably will come here, but we won’t let them catch us just yet.”
“What shall we do?”
“Build a fire and climb the highest tree we can find.”
Will began at once to gather leaves and wood, but paused with a cry of delight.
“Come this way quick, Tom. Do you see yonder?”
“In the opening?”
“Yes. It’s a house. Run, Tom, for the wolves are coming nearer.”
The baying sound seemed directly in the timber as they dashed across the snowy waste.
In the centre of the opening stood a structure of some kind. As they neared it the rude outlines of a log cabin were revealed.