“We’d have to put up with it,” answered Harry. “Come, call it off.”
“I will—after I have squared the account,” replied Fred. But after that he seemed to feel better.
The weather had moderated considerably, and where the sun struck the snow the latter sank rapidly.
“There will be a good crust by to-morrow,” said Joel Runnell, and so it proved. All put on snowshoes and found walking excellent.
“What are we going to do to-day?” questioned Harry.
“I’ve been thinking that I would like to try for that bear,” answered the old hunter. “That is, if I can get on his track.”
“I’ll tell you what I’d like to do,” put in Joe. “I’d like to pay a visit to Needle Rock and take a look around for that missing pocketbook.”
“You won’t find much with the snow as deep as it is now,” came from Fred.
“We might tramp around that way just for fun,” said old Runnell. “We may bring down some game on the way.”
“Will you leave the lodge alone?” asked Joe. “Is it safe to do so? Skeetles and Marcy may come back.”