"I don't know, but we'd better get more if we can."
But by the time they had dragged the different parts of the tree up to where Lucky had started a fire with some dead branches which he had found close by, he told them that they had enough.
"You sure?" Bob asked anxiously.
"I think so but mebby you find one more."
"Come on, Jack," Bob said as he started back. "I think I saw another dead one close by that one."
It was now so dark that they could see but a few feet ahead of them and they were obliged to be very careful with the axes to avoid an accident, but they finally got the other tree cut up and dragged into camp.
"Now I feel better," Bob declared.
"Supper heem ready," came the welcome announcement just as they were putting away the axes.
All that night the storm raged. Several times during the night they heard the howls of wolves above the noise of the storm, but they did not come very near thanks undoubtedly to the fire which the Indian kept burning brightly all the time. It was eight o'clock when Lucky awoke them to find that the storm had nearly blown itself out and that breakfast was ready. Over a foot more of snow had fallen and they knew that their progress would be slow that day.
"It's almost as bad as the case of the frog jumping out of the well," Jack declared as he poured himself a cup of coffee.