“I’m afraid, Harmony, that wish won’t come true,” said Joe.
“Oh, I know it won’t.”
“I don’t mind the Indians so much—if they would be friendly.”
“I believe as Colonel Boone does,” put in Harry. “A redskin can be trusted just so far and no further.”
“And how far is that?” asked Cora.
“As far as you can see to watch him.”
It was a week later that the persons living in the log cabin awoke to find the ground covered with a heavy fall of snow. The snow was still coming down, but it let up about noon and the sun struggled through the clouds.
“That settles outside work for a while,” said Joe. “All we can do is to fix up that sled and haul in those big logs.”
“And go out for more deer, or for a bear,” answered Harry.
“Right you are, Harry. I wish we could get a bear—the skin would make a good cover for one of the beds.”