"Somehow that idea doesn't make any hit with me." "Then we'll have to put in the afternoon," proposed Prescott, "in building a log-lined pit in the ground and moving ice from the cave to fill it.

Then we can keep our fish supplies right up under our noses in front of the tent." "That's a little more satisfactory in the way of an idea," nodded Darry.
For the purpose of taking a short cut they soon left the brook, going through a stretch of woods on their way to camp.
Hardly had these high school boys entered the woods when they halted, for an instant, in intense consternation.
On the air there came to them a sudden scream.
"That was a girl's voice!" gasped Greg.
"Or a woman's," nodded Dick.

"We've got to-----" Again a piercing scream, then more screams in two voices.
"Hustle!" finished Dick, as the three boys broke into a run in the direction whence the sound of the voices came to them..