“Dat’s it.”
“Did he pull it away from you?” questioned Jack.
“No, de cord broke, an’ dat fish went swimmin’ away wid de spear in his tail.”
“Well, that is too bad,” put in Harry.
“De wust of it is I ain’t got no udder spear along,” said Pickles, gloomily.
“Can’t you make a spear?”
“I don’t t’ink I kin. Howsomeber, I kin try,” and the colored youth brightened up a bit.
“Do so, and if your home-made spear won’t work, try to snare ’em or catch ’em in some other way,” said Jack.
“And we’ll help you, while Jack and Harry go gunning,” put in Andy.
As Jack had predicted, by ten o’clock it was both warmer and brighter, and he and Harry set off in fairly high spirits, despite the snow which lay in their path.