The fire, as Bob could see from where he lay, had not entirely died out and, as Lucky had said, there was plenty of wood, and soon it was blazing up brightly the fight casting weird shadows.
"Wolf no come near fire," the Indian told them as he crawled back into his bag.
"What time is it? Did you look?" Bob asked.
"Oui, three o'clock."
"Will that fire last till morning?"
"Injun keep heem feexed. White boys go sleep," he assured them.
"Is it snowing?" Jack asked.
"Oui, heem snow leetle, not hard—yet."
As they could tell by the sound of the howls the wolves were coming nearer and, in spite of the Indian's assurance, the boys were unable to go to sleep again.
"That fellow wasn't far off," Jack whispered a few minutes later.