"We might get snowed up."
"'Tain't at all unlikely."
Yardsley now rapidly led the way toward the creek which Bob and his companions had previously followed. Once there, he moved with more caution.
"Ter be a good trapper, a man has ter be powerful particular," he said. "Wild critters is certainly knowin'. Yer got ter understand 'em, an' l'arn their ways. I've got traps out fur minks, beavers, otter, muskrats an' foxes."
"Which are the hardest to catch?" asked Bob.
"Otter, p'r'aps! Minks is easier, bein' as they're sich hungry beasts, an' will take a chance when others might git scared off. Be careful, cap'n, we're comin' ter a trap, now."
At a convenient place, Yardsley led the way up the bank, avoiding with great skill the various obstacles with which the ground was strewn. Still keeping near the watercourse, they soon reached a confused heap of branches and logs.
"Right on that big log, cap'n."
"I don't see anything but a lot of twigs and bushes," said Bob.
"It's there, all right," chuckled Yardsley. "But it has ter be kep' out of sight. Wait here, cap'n."