“Let us wait till ten o’clock. It will be a bit warmer then and also lighter.”
The two at once began their preparations for leaving the hut. They wished they had snowshoes, but no one of the party had the least idea how a home-made pair could be constructed so as to be of real value.
“I guess we had better follow the creek,” said Harry. “If we go right into the woods we may get lost in the snow and be unable to find our way back through the storm.”
“You are right,” returned Jack. “Hullo, here comes Pickles on a run!”
“Something is wrong!” cried Boxy. “He looks scared.”
“What’s the trouble, Pickles?” called out Harry.
“Jess my luck, when we needed dem fish de worst way,” groaned the colored youth. “I oughter be kicked full ob holes, dat’s a fack!”
“What is it?”
“I dun strike at a big fish, an’ lost de spear!”
“Lost the spear?” cried Andy, in dismay.