"I reckon this is the best we can do just now," he told him, "and I'm not sure, but that it's about the best thing you could have if you haven't eaten for five days."
Mr. Lakewood drank the milk eagerly and declared that nothing could have been better suited to his needs. He had hardly finished when Lucky announced that the team was ready to start. Their snow-shoes were quickly secured, having been stuck in the snow by the door of the cabin and, as soon as they had arranged a place on the sled for their uncle and had wrapped him in heavy blankets, they were ready for the start.
"Where did you put their rifles?" Bob asked the Indian as the latter picked up his long whip.
"Put 'em een binder pack on sled."
"Then I reckon we're all ready to start, eh?"
"Oui, we go queek."
But at that instant, just as Lucky was about to give the word to the dogs, Jack grabbed Bob by the arm and whispered:
"Look."
At the same time he pointed toward the cabin and Bob's heart skipped a beat as he saw that there was a light in the big room.
"Now the fat's in the fire," he gasped.