With two boys carrying the rear end of each litter, and the other lads the skin, heart, liver and tongue, and the two rifles and the axe, they at length set out for camp.
Night was falling and the first flakes of the coming snow-storm were felt upon their faces when finally the little white tents came in view.
"There's no light," remarked David, who was in advance.

"Jamie's savin' candles.

I'm hopin' now he has the kettle boilin'." "He'll have un boilin'," assured Andy, who was one of the two boys at the rear of David's litter.

"He'll be proud to have un boilin' and supper started." "There's no smoke!" exclaimed David apprehensively as they came closer.

"Jamie, b'y!" he shouted.