Henderson at this point made a furious effort to free himself, fairly bursting with rage.
“That’s right,” said the fat man, glancing at Henderson with a tolerant smile. “Now let’s fix the fire. Gettin’ a bit chilly, seems to me.”
Nick started toward the fire-place.
“There’s no more wood,” he said.
“Go get some, then, don’t stand there like a fool.”
“I’ll have to dig for it.”
“Better let me go, Cap,” said Perry.
Nick looked at him in ill-concealed relief.
“No!” snapped the fat man, noting the glance. “What the ⸺ are you buttin’ in here for? Let the boy go. He knows where ’t is, an’ I’ll bet my shirt he won’t try to run off in all this snow an’ cold. You bring in all the snowshoes an’ duffle while I turn him loose.”
As Perry came back with a load of packs and snowshoes the leader said to Nick: