“You would have heard of it before this, if there was,” laughed Harry. “It’s just as you fellows left it last night.”
“I suppose that confounded wildcat knows we haven’t anything worth coming for,” grumbled Boxy, gloomily. “What’s to be done, anyway?”
“We’ll have breakfast and then hold a council of war,” replied Jack.
Their rather limited meal was soon over, and then they commenced to discuss the situation.
“It won’t do to stay in the hut and wait for it to clear off,” remarked Harry. “For it may snow two or three days yet.”
“Supposing I tries fo’ anodder fish or two?” suggested Pickles.
“Yes, go and get all the fish you can,” said Jack, and the colored boy hurried off without delay, taking his spear with him.
“Somebody ought to go out on a hunt,” said Andy. “I’ll go if no one else will.”
“You had better stay home,” replied Jack. “If anybody goes it will be myself.”
“And I’ll go with you,” said Harry. “What do you say if we start at once?”