"That may be, which is a good reason why you shouldn't try to drive him off as though he were a rooster scratching up your corn."
George grinned over this bit of conversation, which took place with the best nature on both sides. When it had gone on for a few minutes more, Will stopped, laughed, and reached out his hand.
"Shake," said he; "I have laughed until I can't laugh any more, and now we'll drop it."
"I notice one thing that you may not know," said Will, looking up as he spoke, through the tree tops, "and that is that the sky is not anything like as clear as it was a little while ago."
"And it is colder," added Jack, with a shiver; "it looks to me very much as though a storm is coming."
"If there is, it's likely to be a snow-storm, I feel sure."
"It's well I brought this blanket along with me," said George; "Will didn't think we needed it at all."
"I didn't think so as long as I believed mother meant that I should carry it. When I found that you were to take charge of it, why I concluded it well to bring it."
"I almost wish I had mine," said Jack; "but there are plenty of places where we can build a good roaring fire and the wind won't reach us, and so after all we will be comfortable, and that's everything."
"Yes," said Will, looking around as though he half expected to see what they were talking about; "there are spots where we could sleep without a blanket, after we had kindled a good fire, and it won't take us very long to find one of them."