"You'll never make it."
"Don't you believe it."
It was hard work getting the injured boy onto his back without hurting him, but finally it was accomplished and, as Jack declared, without hurting a bit.
"Now you take it easy," he cautioned as Bob took the first step.
Even he had not fully realized how hard it would be. The extra weight caused his snow-shoes to sink much deeper in the snow and going down hill made each shoe push itself forward into the snow thus rendering it very difficult to lift it up for the next step. But he knew that it had to be done. With the temperature nearly thirty degrees below zero and getting lower all the time as he thought, he knew it would be death to leave him for any length of time.
"Rest awhile," Jack begged after they had covered a few rods.
"I'm all right for a bit yet."
"Better do as I say."
"In a minute."
It was not much over the stated time when he was obliged to put him down.