They were well pleased.

Indeed, they could scarcely have done better had Abel Zachariah been with them.
"Tomorrow will be Friday, and we had better haul our seals to Itigailit Island to the cache," Skipper Ed suggested that evening as they sat snug in the _igloo_, eating their supper.

"We have all we can care for." "I hate to leave with all these seals about, but I suppose we'll have to go some time," said Bobby regretfully.
"Yes, and I'm wondering what I'll find in my traps when we get home," said Jimmy.
"You may have a silver fox, Partner," laughed Skipper Ed.
"I've been looking for one every round I've made this winter," Jimmy grinned.
"That's the way with every hunter," said Skipper Ed.

"He's always looking for a silver, and it makes him the keener for the work, and drives away monotony.

He's always expecting a silver, though year in and year out he gets nothing but reds and whites, with now and again a cross, to make him think that his silver is prowling around somewhere close by." "I'd feel rich if I ever caught a silver!" broke in Bobby.