“But it’s all right, old fellow. There was no use in both of us keeping awake, and you know I can do it much easier than you can,” and he gave him a loving hug, whereupon Jack declared that he was the best brother in the world.
By this time it was light enough for them to see for some distance, and Bob suggested that they see if their visitors had left them anything for breakfast. From where they stood, at the foot of the trench, they could see the bodies of not less than a half dozen wolves.
“They came out second best anyhow,” Jack declared, as they made their way to the toboggan.
“Looks as though they had done a pretty good job here at any rate,” Bob said as he looked down at the wreck at his feet.
The canvass cover was torn to shreds and at first it looked as though everything had been devoured. But, knowing that a part of the provisions had consisted of canned goods, they began to search in the snow and soon Jack shouted.
“Here’s the can of coffee.”
“And here’s the milk,” Bob added a moment later, as he picked up a small can of condensed milk.
One by one they recovered the cans. Two of bacon, one of beef tongue, and three of soup.
“I guess that’s about all the canned stuff we had,” Bob said as he picked the last can of soup from the snow.
“How about the eggs? They were in a tin can.”