"I'm not any more tired than you are. I can stand about as much as any fellow I know of."
"Certainly you can," laughed Bob. "We can settle it by drawing lots. If I win, you can bet I'll take a nap."
When the daylight began to show itself through a dull sky, patched with blue, the snow had stopped falling.
A flock of crows passed noisily overhead. Soon the frostwork in the forest was sparkling like diamonds, as the sun burst through a rift in the grayish clouds.
Bob jumped to his feet. "Morning, and a fine one, too," he exclaimed.
"You're right, Somers. Are you ready to skip?"
"You bet! Say, but I'm sore and stiff; and I'll starve, too, if I don't get something to eat pretty soon."
Snow-shoes were strapped on, and after cutting off the wolves' tails, a start was made.
"Which direction do you think the camp is, Somers?"