"Well, one is better than nothing."
"Oh, I know that, and I am thankful as far as that goes. Will it be worth while to go after the others, do you think?"
"No. They'll run too far before they stop."
The deer was of fair size, and looked as if it would make good eating. They inspected the game with much interest, turning it over and lifting it up.
"Pretty heavy," announced Whopper. "We'll have all we want to do to carry it to camp."
"Just what I was thinking. And say, just look how it is snowing!"
The two young hunters gazed about them and were a good deal startled.
It was growing dark and the leaden air seemed to be filled with snow.
They had paid little attention to the wind, but now realized that it
was rising steadily.
"The best thing we can do is to make for camp," said Shep. "If we don't—" He did not finish.
"You think we'll be snowbound?"
"Doesn't it look like it?"