"Well, when I go after fish, fish is what I bring back. Ask Bob if you don't believe it." And he held up the string in the light of the fire.
"Yer catch um," Lucky declared.
"He always does," Bob assured him. "That boy could catch fish in a water bucket."
Soon the two salmon were sizzling in the frying pan and they proved a very welcome addition to their fare.
The next morning they were up early and just as day was breaking, they left the river and struck off due east. The sun came up thickly overcast and Lucky gave it as his opinion that it would snow before noon.
"You're a good weather prophet, Lucky," Jack said when, a little after ten o'clock, the first flakes began to fall.
There was no wind and the snowflakes at first drifted lazily to the earth as if in no hurry to get there. Soon they were coming in greater abundance and, although there was still no wind, the boys noticed that the Indian was casting an anxious eye toward the sky.
"You think it's going to be a bad storm?" Jack asked him.
"No wind all right. Wind heem begin blow be heap bad. No woods for many mile."
"Well, the snow has held off for a good while for this time of year so I suppose we ought not to kick if we do get it now," Bob said philosophically.