With a bit of cord, Harry suspended the dead body to the limb of a tree, that he might come back some other time and get the skin for its fur, and then he continued on his journey.
The excitement attending the journey was nothing compared to what he had just passed through, and he thought no more of the hardships of the walk through wind and snow. He pressed steadily on, and at a little before eight o’clock reached the outskirts of the well-known spot for which he was bound.
Coming in sight of the campfire he let out a shout to notify the others of his approach. There was no answer.
“Must be in the hut asleep,” he muttered, and pressed forward until the open doorway was reached.
But the hut was empty! The camp was deserted!
CHAPTER XXXIII.
THE SNOW SIEGE ENDED.
For the moment Harry was alarmed. What could have become of those left behind in charge of Camp Rest?
“Perhaps they grew anxious about Jack and me and have gone out to hunt us up,” he reasoned. “I’ll call them again.”
He went out and yelled at the top of his lungs. At first there was no reply, but presently came a call from some distance down the lake.
Ten minutes later Andy and Boxy appeared side by side, with Pickles behind them, carrying a heavy string of fish.