In less than an hour if was evident that they were in for another blizzard and they spent the greater part of the day getting in a large supply of firewood. Fortunately they found a number of dead trees only a short distance off and by dark Lucky was certain that they had enough to last for at least three days. Bob had slept most of the time and seemed stronger every time he awoke. About four o'clock he awoke and wanted to know if it wasn't most time to eat. He ate all the Indian would let him and then declared that he was strong enough to tell them of his adventure.
"All right, but you stop queek you geet tired," Lucky cautioned him.
"I know I was going to sleep, simply couldn't help it, and I was almost equally sure that I wouldn't wake up in this world," he told them when he had finished.
"We must have gotten there very soon after you went to sleep," Jack said.
"Oui, ver' queek or heem no wake," Lucky added
"How many wolves did you kill?" Bob asked.
"We didn't stop to count them," Jack laughed. "But we must have shot all of a dozen. What do you think, Lucky?"
"Mebby dozen, mebby more. Two three got 'way."
"Well, I hope I never see another wolf as long as I live," Bob declared.
"Same here," Jack added.