"That hunter—Henry Burdock!" suddenly exclaimed Bert. "Snap made great friends with him when we met him out in the woods the other day, and Henry said he'd make a fine hunting dog."
"I don't believe Henry Burdock would entice our dog away," said Mr.
Bobbsey, with a shake of his head.
"Oh, of course I didn't mean on purpose," said Bert. "But Snap may have been running about in the woods at dusk when he met Henry. Then he may have followed him, for Snap is part hunting dog, and he gets crazy when he sees a gun. Maybe he followed Henry, and wouldn't be driven back through the snow."
"Maybe that's so," agreed Mr. Bobbsey. "In that case Snap will be all right, and we can get him in the morning. So don't worry any more."
They went back in the Lodge, to find Freddie and Flossie almost in tears. But the little twins felt better when it was explained to them that Snap might, after all, be safe with the young hunter.
"And will you get him first thing in the morning?" asked Freddie.
The following day was so nice that Flossie and Freddie were allowed to go with Bert, Nan, Harry and Dorothy to the cabin of Henry Burdock to look for Snap. The small twins were put on two sleds, the older children taking turns pulling them.
They easily found Henry's cabin, having been there several times since the night they spent in it. The hunter was just about to start off on a trip.
"Where's Snap?" called Bert, eagerly.
"Snap? I haven't seen him since that day I met you with him in the woods," answered the hunter.