"It must be fierce out in the open," Jack declared as they paused for a rest shortly after nine o'clock.
"Heem heap bad," Lucky agreed.
"And it seems to be getting worse instead of better," Bob added as he glanced up through an open space between the trees.
"It's sure howling some," Jack agreed.
"I think you better put on snow-shoe now," Lucky advised as they were about to start off again. "White boys know um?"
"You bet," Bob assured him. "We were raised in Maine you know and, believe me, they have some snow up there."
"But you can't break trail with snow-shoes on," Jack objected.
"Non, no can. Injun no put um on."
"Then we're going to take turns at it," Bob declared.
"Injun break trail."