“The same here, Dave,” answered his cousin. “But your father did not wish it, and so we shall have to stay at the fort. I hope all goes well with them.”
“Yes, I shouldn’t wish father to fall into the clutches of Jean Bevoir. Oh, how I despise that rascal!”
The youths had decided to try a bit of hunting while they were out. Henry led the way into the forest, and they wandered along until they came to the tracks of some wild animal.
“What is it?” asked Dave.
“It stumps me,” answered his cousin. “It is certain not the track of a deer.”
“Maybe it’s a bear, or a buffalo.”
“I don’t think so. But whatever it is, it was carrying something in its mouth.”
“How do you know that?”
“Don’t you see the occasional dip in the snow alongside of the trail? The load was heavy and sagged down at times.”
“Shall we follow the trail up?”