There are enough of us to carry all the meat back with us to camp, and that will save making a return trip." "'Twill be a fine surprise for Jamie when we comes back with deer's meat," said Andy enthusiastically.
"'Twill make us a bit late and he'll be thinkin' we finds the cache," suggested David.

"I hopes he won't be comin' up the brook again to look for us." "I hardly think he'll do that," said Doctor Joe, "but to be sure he does not some of you had better go to the brook and leave a sign to tell him which way we've gone.

David and I will skin and dress the caribou." "Come along, Seth," Andy volunteered.

"We'll be goin' over to make the sign." "Come back here as soon as you've done it," directed Doctor Joe.
"We'll need your help in carrying the meat to camp." "Aye, sir, we'll be comin' right back," agreed Andy as he and Seth hurried away.
Close to the brook, in a place where it could not fail to be seen, the lads set a pole at an angle of forty-five degrees, pointing in the direction in which the caribou had been killed.

Against the pole and about a third of the distance from its lower end an upright stick was placed.