“All right; you and Boxy take the guns and see what you can scare up,” replied his brother. “Harry and I will go for rabbits, birds or whatever we can find.”
Leaving Pickles to heap more brush and wood on the fire and set the water to boiling for coffee, the four boys split into two parties and set off.
“We won’t be able to do much in this deep snow,” observed Harry to Jack, as the two pushed up the stream. “There won’t be much stirring.”
“We might run across a hungry fox,” returned his companion. “They come out if they are hungry enough.”
“Are they good to eat?”
“Some say they are. I have never tried them, but I would eat fox meat in preference to starving, every time.”
“Oh, so would I. But we are not starving yet.”
“No, but there is no telling what may happen. It is true it has stopped snowing, but there is no telling how soon it may start up again.”
“Well, I move we lay in as much as we can to-day,” said Harry, after a pause. “We’ll feel safer if we have something in the larder to fall back on. Besides, I get tired of crackers, cheese and smoked beef.”
Walking through the snow was by no means an easy matter, and the two boys had not gone far when they found the exercise beginning to tell on them.