"Oui, but them no geet us," the Indian assured him.
At noon they halted in a sheltered place for dinner and several times while eating they heard the howls of the wolves, but they were at some distance and the Indian assured them that there was no danger.
During the afternoon the storm increased in violence but they kept steadily on breaking trail by turns in short shifts. The old tracks had disappeared sometime ago and the Indian was obliged to continually shout directions when either of the boys were in the lead. In spite of the fact that one or the other always went ahead of the dogs it was hard work for them to drag the sled along and at three o'clock Lucky decided that they had better call it a day.
"Them dog heem ver' tired," he said.
"And it's no wonder," Bob agreed.
"They got nothing on me at that," Jack declared.
Although still early in the afternoon dusk was already beginning to creep over the forest and they knew that it would be dark in another hour.
As on the previous day the boys cut boughs for the beds while the Indian attended to the dogs and started the fire.
"We geet heap plenty wood," he told them as soon as they had brought in enough boughs. "Fire burn plenty fast in wind."
"You bet we want plenty," Jack agreed.