“Adventure is the spice of life,” Bob declared.
“I suppose so for you youngsters,” Rex agreed. “But by the time you get old like me, you’ll wish for a more quiet life,” and both boys laughed heartily, for Rex was only about three years older than Bob.
“Think we’ll make the Carry?” Jack asked a little later.
“Well, we’ve got quite a piece to go yet, and it’ll probably be pretty late when we get in. Are you fellows game to try it, or had you rather camp out another night?”
“I’m game,” Rex declared, and Jack also agreed.
At noon they stopped by the side of a small brook and ate a cold lunch, not even waiting to make coffee.
“If the crust would only hold we’d have no trouble in making it,” Bob said, as he munched a cracker. “But it’s pretty hard sledding on snow-shoes, and I don’t know as we’d better try it.”
But both the others were eager to make the attempt, and he allowed himself to be easily persuaded.
“If only we don’t get tangled up with an elephant or some other trifle,” Jack laughed, as they fastened on their snow-shoes and again set their faces to the south. Mile after mile they left behind them, but going was heavy and when darkness began to steal through the forest they still had several miles to go.
“Are you sure you can find the way in the dark?” Rex asked anxiously.