"He ought to be hanged."
"And then some."
"If he was in need of food and had taken a little I wouldn't have blamed him so much, but to strip us clean up here in this wilderness—well, it's little short of murder."
"You said it. Believe me I would like to be with Lucky when he gets him. I'm afraid he won't do the case justice."
"Leave it to him. I think he'll be equal to the occasion."
The flapjacks proved pretty dry eating without coffee to wash them down, but they managed to make out with melted snow.
"What'll we do to pass the time?" Jack asked as soon as they were finished.
"Let's go hunting," Bob suggested. "We ought to be able to get a deer; goodness knows we've seen plenty of tracks and we need the food."
"Goodness knows that too," Jack laughed as he crept into the tepee for the rifles and snow-shoes.
They struck out toward the north and had not been gone more than a quarter of an hour when they came upon the tracks of a deer. It was yet dark and not for another two hours would the sun show itself, but the moon, which was nearly full, gave sufficient light to see for a long distance.