After breakfast the things were packed once more, and they started on the return to their own hut by the lake.
“I suppose if we wanted to be mean we could tear down their lean-to,” said Jack.
“Don’t touch it,” returned Harry. “The loss of their traps is punishment enough for them, to my way of thinking.”
So the shelter was left undisturbed, and soon the valley in which it was situated was left far behind.
It was no easy matter to find the way back to the lake, and dragging the heavily-laden sled over the uneven ground and the rocks was the hardest kind of work. They took turns at the job, and frequently stopped to rest.
“This shows how anxious those fellows were to spoil our outing,” remarked Jack, during a breathing spell. “The three must have had an everlasting hard time of it getting the traps to the lean-to.”
“I wonder what they will do, now their own things have been taken,” said Harry.
“Like as not they’ll have to go home in disgust,” said Boxy. “And that’s just what I hope they will do.”
“An’ we kin crow ober dem when we gits back!” chuckled Pickles.
And then the walk to the camp was resumed.