"Here, slung to my belt," replied the little boy.
"Can you manage with one hand to get it free? I'll turn and help to hold you on."
In a second or two Bert had unslung the kettle—a light, new, bright tin one.
"Fish my ball of string out of my pocket, if you can," said Alf.
Bert dived his hand into a big back pocket of the fur coat, and pulled out a small ball of strong twine, which Alf always carried about with him.
[CHAPTER VIII.]
TRICKING THE WOLVES—THE HUT IN THE FOREST.
"I'M so buttoned up in this tight coat that I can't get at anything in my vest or trouser pockets. Have you a pocket-knife, Bert, or some copper coins, or metal things of any sort?" asked Alf, keeping the pony well in hand, and patting the shaggy neck, now bathed in sweat.
"Yes, I've my old knife, and some three and five copeck pieces; will that do?" questioned Bert.
"If I hold the kettle, can you put the things into it?" inquired Alf.