"I did," answered Kiddy Leech. "But, say, you'll help me to your camp, won't you?"
"Yes. I have some medicines over there, and one of them may do you good. I'm a doctor's son."
"Got any liquor? That's the best medicine for my back."
"No, but I can give you some peppermint and some ginger."
Again the tramp's face fell. He got up slowly and prepared to accompany the boys. There was nothing more to say, and kicking out the fire, the young hunters told Kiddy Leech to follow them. He came slowly, and caught hold off Shep's arm to steady himself. His breath still smelt of liquor, something that disgusted both lads.
The ice reached, Shep and Whopper cut a long bush and on it placed the deer.
"What's that for?" asked Kiddy beech, in curiosity.
"It is easier to drag the deer than to carry it," answered Whopper.
"The branch will act as a kind of sled."
"Wish I had a sled to ride on, my back is pretty lame."
Both boys looked at the tramp closely, wondering whether or not he was speaking the truth or shamming. For all they knew he might be as lazy as he was good for nothing. Then Shep whispered to Whopper.