"And so, when you come to round up on the proposition," Will argued, "we are not much further along than we were when we left Chicago, except that we have found the cabin."
"Who said anything about getting dinner?" asked Sandy, after a short pause. "I remember having a little snack about twelve o'clock, but that wasn't to be considered as a full meal, I hope."
"What have we got to eat?" asked Will.
"Nothing but a lot of canned stuff!" declared Sandy.
"Well, then, go out and get a deer, or half a dozen rabbits, or go back here to the little creek that runs into Copper river and see if you can get a mess of fish. There ought to be plenty of fish in Alaska!"
"What kind of fish can you get?" asked Sandy.
"Salmon!" answered Will.
"How far is it to the creek?" was the next question.
"Something over a mile, I should say," replied Will.
"It can't be any further than that," George cut in. "The glacier this cabin is built on supplies most of the water for it."