"We're farther than that," observed Sandy, "judging from the time it took us to row our supplies over from the floating dock where we landed. I hope we'll be ready to go out by the time our provisions run short."
"Look here, Will," Tommy questioned, "did Mr. Horton direct you to this exact spot, or did he only tell you to locate somewhere in this vicinity? You never told us what he said."
"He told me," was the guarded reply, "that I might be able to find a deserted cabin on this moraine."
"And he told you right where to find the moraine?" asked Sandy.
"Of course he did!"
"And you said nothing to us about that, either," complained Tommy. "You're always holding something back from us!"
"Well, now that we're here," George suggested, "perhaps Will can be coaxed into telling us exactly what we're here for."
"I should say so!" exclaimed Tommy. "We don't, know at the present moment whether we're here to trap brown bears, or to box and ship Northern Lights to the eastern markets."
"Don't get sarcastic, boys!" replied Will. "I was instructed by Mr. Horton to communicate to you all the information in my possession on our first night in camp, and I'm ready right now to obey orders. Shall we go inside? The bugs are pretty thick out here!"
"I should say so!" shouted Tommy. "I'm pretty well hedged in from the blooming insects," he went on, "but it makes me nervous to hear them blowing their dinner horns every minute."