"That's the idea exactly."
"I have a powerful strong feelin' that the restaurant department ought ter be got a-goin'," observed Cap Slater, bluntly.
"So have I," added Dave.
"Then I proposes an immegiat adjournment," went on the other. "Yarns sound a heap better when ye ain't a-gittin' no wireless signals o' distress."
With a laugh, Bob seconded the motion. Accordingly, the boys rose to their feet, and, in a lively fashion, began scrambling down the slope.
A fire was built, and willing hands kept gathering fuel until a great pile rested in front of the lean-to. While the meal was cooking, Bob, peeping inside, caught sight of a pile of snow-shoes.
"Hello, Wanna," he said; "think you'll need those things?"
The Indian nodded and pointed to the gray sky overhead.
"Yes; soon a heap big snow," he answered, slowly.
When appetites were finally satisfied, and all were content, Mr. Lovell, with the boys forming a circle about him, began again: