Every one was vastly excited as he related the story of his experience.
"'Tweren't Lem Horn's silver they has after all," Jamie declared.
"There were nothin' in the cache but the bottles they drinks from, and they were thinkin' a wonderful lot o' them bottles." David, in high indignation, was for setting out at once in search of the two lumbermen, but it was decided that they had doubtless already returned to the lumber camp.
"They'd probably say that they were only having sport with you, Jamie, and meant you no harm," said Doctor Joe.

"The people over at their camp would believe them rather than a little Labrador lad.

We may as well waste no time with them.

We'll leave them alone, and be thankful that Jamie is safe and well except for the burned wrists, and they'll soon be cured." "And we'll be havin' a fine time campin' here," agreed Jamie.

"I wants to keep clear o' them men whatever." It was a week later when they broke camp to return to The Jug, and when the visiting lads said good-bye and set sail to their homes across the Bay every one declared he had never had so good a time in all his life.
With the coming of November the boats were hauled out of the water.
The shores were already crusted with ice and the temperature never rose to the thawing point even in the midday sun.