"What shall we do in that case?" asked Marco.
"I don't know," replied Forester. "It would be rather a hard case for us."
"We could stay here, I suppose," said Marco. "I don't think the rain would come through our roof."
"No," said Forester, "not much. But then we have nothing to eat."
"Could not we get anything to eat about here?" asked Marco.
"Not very well," replied Forester. "We have got money enough, but this is a case where money does not seem to be of any use."
"How do the men who come here in the winter to cut down the trees, get anything to eat?" asked Marco.
"O, they bring it all with them," said Forester. "The roads are better, in the winter, for sleds and sleighs, than they are now for wheels; for then all the stumps and roughnesses are covered up with the snow. So, wherever there is a camp, there is a road leading to it, and sleigh loads of provisions are brought up for the men, from time to time, all the winter."
"I wish one would come now," said Marco, "to us."
"I wish so too," said Forester. "But it is of no use to wish, and so we may as well lie down and go to sleep again."