“I tink I mak beeg lot money thees winter,” he said, as he pulled off his heavy mackinaw.
Tom and Bob had to start their game over again, and much to the former’s disgust Bob skunked him.
“Sure and I’ll niver git another start like thot one I had when you knocked all the men on the floor,” he declared as he started to place the men for a new game.
As soon as the work was well under way the next morning, the boys fastened on their snow-shoes and started off toward the other camp. Fortunately the weather had turned warm, and in the bright sun the snow began to melt. As soon as they had covered about a mile, they stopped and looked around for a good hiding place.
“We must get somewhere where we can see out on the lake as well as in the woods,” Bob declared. “They’re about as apt to come one way as the other.”
Finally Jack spied a big pine with particularly thick branches, and removing his snow-shoes he was soon two-thirds of the way to the top.
“Can you see out on the lake?” Bob called from beneath the tree.
“Sure can,” Jack called back.
“All right then, come on down and I’ll hand the shoes to you and then I’ll be with you. I can’t see a thing of you, so I guess it’ll be a good thing all right.”
“I’m mighty glad it isn’t cold,” Jack declared, as they settled themselves as comfortably as possible in the branches of the tree. “We may have to wait here a good while, and if it was thirty or forty below it wouldn’t be very pleasant, let me tell you.”