"There he goes!" sang out Giant, and pointed up the lake to a clearing an eighth of a mile away.
"And streaking it like greased lightning," added Whopper. "He'll reach the Canadian line before he stops."
"Too bad!" growled Shep, in disgust. "I fancied we'd get him sure."
"This puts me in mind of what Jed Sanborn says," said Snap, with a sickly grin. "'Be sure of only what is in your game bag.'"
The young hunters looked around for more deer but none were in that vicinity and so they returned to where they had left the sleds.
"If it hadn't been that we want to get to camp we might have followed up that deer," was Giant's comment.
"Not much use of that," answered Snap. "By the way he was running he must have been pretty well woke up, and when that happens you know a deer will run for miles without stopping."
All were glad when they came in sight of Fire-fly Lake. About one half of the surface was a smooth glare of ice, the other half being covered with ridges of snow.
To reach their old camp they had to go up the shore and around a bend where the bushes and trees were thick. Once more they donned their skates and went forward rapidly.
"Let us have a race!" cried Whopper, and he and Giant set off with one sled, while Snap and Shep set off with the other.