“We could almost kill them with our hunting knives,” said Harry, for he had heard of such things being done. But the boys took no chances. Each aimed for the eye and fired, and each shot proved true, and the game was their own.
In the meantime the third deer of the party had been lost to view in the thickets, and they did not attempt to go after it. Now they had been so successful they realized that they were “dog tired,” as Joe expressed it.
“I move we build some sort of shelter and go into camp for the night,” said he, and Harry readily agreed.
In the timber belt they easily found several trees growing in a rough semicircle. Here they cut boughs, and laced them together, and over all packed the snow and slabs of ice. They also chopped some wood for a fire and soon had a comforting blaze in front of the shelter. By this time it was dark, and both were hungry again, and they proceeded to cook themselves some venison steaks for the evening meal.
CHAPTER XVIII
NIGHT WITH THE WOLVES
“We might spend a good while out in a camp like this, provided we weren’t caught in too heavy a snowstorm,” remarked Harry, while he and Joe were disposing of the meal they had cooked for themselves.
“Right you are, Harry. I believe we could scare up lots of game, big and little.”
“How far do you imagine we are from home?”
“Not less than five miles. We did pretty well on the snowshoes, all things considered.”
“Not counting the tumbles, you mean,” answered Harry with a laugh.