“Yes, yes, give us something to eat!” chimed in Bill Dixon and Len Spencer, imploringly.
Harry and Jack looked at them in amazement. A single glance was enough. The bully of Rudskill and his companions were almost starved to death!
CHAPTER XXXI.
IMMEDIATE WANTS SUPPLIED.
It is no wonder that Harry and Jack were for the moment so dumfounded that they could do little else than stare at the sight of the three haggard and pinched faces which gazed imploringly into their own.
“Don’t say you won’t give us anything,” cried Pete Sully, seeing they did not reply. “We are starved—we haven’t had a mouthful to eat since yesterday morning!”
“My gracious!” It was Jack who uttered the exclamation. “Nothing to eat since yesterday morning!”
“It’s too bad, Sully,” put in Harry. “We’ll cook you something just as quick as we can.”
“Never mind cooking it; give us one of those birds raw!” cried Dixon. “We can’t wait.”
“Here is a bit left of our lunch,” said Jack. “Eat that while we are building a fire. What’s the trouble—couldn’t you shoot anything?” he went on. “And why haven’t you a fire?”
“We lost our matches—they were in our traps, which were taken from us, and the snow kept us from going for game,” said Sully.