"But I'd better keep out of sight," Mr. Lakewood proposed.
"Oui, that bon plan. You geet on sled an' cover all up an' heem no see you till we geet ready," Lucky agreed.
Mr. Lakewood had refused to ride except at short intervals where the going had been exceptionally good, but now he quickly took off the extra pair of snow-shoes and got on the sled, and the Indian covered him up with a blanket so that one would never have suspected that the sled bore human freight.
"You breathe all right?"
"Sure."
"Then we go. Mush."
As they swept out into the open space they saw the other team coming at a rapid pace and not more than a quarter of a mile away.
"That Long," Lucky assured them.
"Hello, Lucky, what you doing up here?" Long sang out as soon as he was in easy speaking distance.
"We on trip," the Indian told him.