“I think now,” he continued, “I’ll sit down and have some supper. Don’t you want something to eat, Ray?”
“I’m too tired to eat, and too warm to move, but you go ahead, I’ll eat something after a while.”
“I’m glad you’re warm, Ray,” said Sidney as he opened a knapsack and took out some food, “for you certainly were not an hour ago.”
Raymond lay quiet, as if thinking, for a moment, then he raised himself on his elbow.
“Heck! Sid,” he exclaimed; “did you bring me in here? I remember now I was out in the snow, and thought I couldn’t go any farther.”
“Yes, and you were a mighty heavy tug. It was lucky you gave out when you did, though, Ray, within reach of this fine place.”
“You certainly are a trump, Sid; you always pull me through.”
“Well, now you’d better have some supper; I know you’re hungry.”
“Yes, I am hungry, and seeing you eat makes me hungrier. Jiminy! Wouldn’t it be swell to have some hot coffee?”
“It would that,” replied Sidney. “But never mind, we’ll get where there’s coffee before long.”