“It ought to make Sully and the others mend their ways,” said Andy.
“It will, if I am not greatly mistaken,” returned Harry. “Certainly, they will never try to harm us again.”
Harry was thoroughly tired out, and was the first to roll himself up and go to sleep. One after another the others followed, and by nine o’clock Camp Rest was as silent as the grave, for the wind died out utterly.
In the morning a welcome surprise awaited the boys. The snow had ceased falling, and the sun was coming up as clear as a disc of gold over the hills.
“Hurrah! the snow siege is ended!” shouted Boxy. “And right glad am I of it!”
“I guess we all are,” said Andy. “I was sick of being snowed in. Now, if it remains clear, we may have a chance to go out by to-morrow.”
“Yes; I hope it stays clear for the rest of the outing,” put in Harry. “It is no fun to be out in a snowstorm with the wind blowing a perfect gale in your face.”
After breakfast the camp was put in order in anticipation of Jack’s return with the unfortunate trio. Fresh pine boughs were placed in one corner of the hut, in case any of the unfortunates should be exhausted by the trip and wish to lie down.
Harry had told of his adventure with the wildcat, and Andy said he hoped his brother and the others would not encounter such a beast.
They waited around the campfire until noon. Then one after another began to grow uneasy.