"It's going to be a bit cold around the edges tonight," Bob declared as he took the axe and started to hunt for firewood.
"Bet she'll go to forty," Jack agreed.
"How cold you ever know it to get up here, Lucky?" he asked a little later as they were sitting around the fire eating supper.
"'Bout feefty-five, mebby seexty."
"Well, I hope it doesn't break that record while we're up here," Bob laughed.
They reached Colville River soon after dark the following day and made camp in a thick clump of trees close to the bank.
"Wonder if there's any fish in this river?" Jack asked.
"I 'spect um thar, but you find eet plenty hard work cut hole een ice," Lucky told him.
"Do you fellows want some fresh fish for supper enough to do the work here while I'm trying to get some?"
"Go to it," Bob told him.