"Won't 'Hatchet' wish he had been here?" laughed Bob, as he slung the geese over his shoulder. "Got any fish, Sam?"
"No!"
"Well, I beat you by one."
"Guess I'll try again."
"All right, Sam. We'll keep it up for a while."
The boys then separated.
After reloading his gun, Bob picked up the spear and resumed his place by the side of the hole.
Notwithstanding the comparative shelter of his position, he soon began to suffer from the intense cold.
"Hi, hi, hi, Sam!" he yelled. "Do you want to go back?"
"I'll be right with you," came the reply.