"Not now, he won't," Bob insisted shaking his head as Lucky held out a pair of snow-shoes which he had taken from the pack on the sled. "You put them on, I'm going to break trail for awhile."
"But Injun—"
"I know, you'd do all the work if we'd let you, but we're going to do our share," Bob insisted.
Seeing that the boy was determined the Indian did not insist further, but thrust his feet into the straps and motioned Bob to go ahead. There was still enough of the trail left so that he had no trouble in keeping the path, but it was filling rapidly and in places the snow was already drifted even across it. He had expected to find it hard work, but it was harder than he had thought it would be. But he was strong and not afraid of hard work so he kept at it until Jack sang out that it was his turn.
"It's getting pretty hard to see the trail and you'll have to be careful," he advised as he slipped his feet into the shoes which Jack had been wearing.
"Injun know heem get off trail," Lucky assured them.
Bob judged that they had been making about two miles an hour and the Indian agreed with him when he mentioned it.
"And I reckon we'll go slower before we go faster," Jack said. "Just listen to that wind."
"Do you suppose those wolves are following us?" Bob asked the Indian a few minutes later.
"Mebby."