A silence followed, and then Spencer came and placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder.
“Say, won’t you forgive us, Webb? I’m sorry, and I know Pete and Bill are, too.”
“Well, let it pass,” returned Harry, briefly.
“I guess you have suffered enough,” added Jack. “But, mind you, no more funny work in the future.”
“I’ll never do any harm to you fellows again!” cried Pete Sully.
“Nor I,” exclaimed Billy Dixon. “You fellows have been kind when we didn’t deserve it.”
The fire had burned a trifle low during the talk, but now Jack and Harry replenished it, and soon the cave-like shelter was as warm as toast.
In the meantime the snow came down as thickly as ever outside, and the wind whistled merrily through the brush and trees around and above them. A doubtful look came into Harry’s face as he listened to it.
“What time is it, Jack?” he asked.
“Nearly five o’clock.”