"It's pretty heavy. How shall we carry it?" asked Sam.
"Easy enough. Cut a sapling, tie the fox to it, let one end drag in the snow and the other rest on your shoulder. Taking turns, it ought not to be hard work."
Bob quickly felled a sapling and trimmed off the branches. Then he tied the fox's legs in pairs, pushed the pole between and fastened the body with a short piece of rope in such a manner as to prevent it from slipping down.
"Capital, Bob!" observed Dick. "But say—suppose we don't get any others—whose fox is this?"
"The only fair way is to divide it into thirds," laughed Sam. "I'll take the head."
"My scheme is better than that."
"What is it?"
"Present the fox to Professor Hopkins. He will be delighted."
"Oh, that's the idea!" said Dick. "Well, I agree to it. How about you, Sam?"
"It's the best way to settle the matter."