"No weak?"
"No weak."
"Bon."
"Bon is right," Bob smiled.
"And now what's the program?" Jack asked as soon as the meal was finished.
"We all go find cabin?" Lucky looked at Jack and then at Bob.
"Fine." Both the boys spoke the word at the same time.
They left in about a half hour just as the sun was casting its first rays into the defile. They found the traveling extremely hard as the snow was light and their snow-shoes sank several inches at every step. But they took it easy, Lucky in the lead, for he was afraid, that, in spite of Bob's declaration, the boy had not as yet fully recovered his strength. It took them the better part of an hour to reach the scene of Bob's adventure and he was unable to prevent a shudder as he caught sight of the tree in the branches of which he had so nearly perished. The bodies of the wolves were, of course, buried deep beneath the snow and there was nothing except remembrance to recall the terrible experience.
"You tired?" Lucky asked Bob as they stopped beneath the tree.
"Little bit," Bob replied reluctantly.