The boys had been thoughtful enough to bring an axe, a piece of rope and another small bag of corn with them, and, although they had no assurance that their labor would not be wasted, they set the trap again and started for home.
"If Godfrey did that," said Don, "he must have swam the bayou, unless he has a boat hidden away in the bushes somewhere, which is not likely.

If it was summer now, he would probably spring that trap every day, just to keep us from catching that bear; but the weather is getting frosty, and he'll not relish many more cold baths.

I don't think he will trouble us that way any more." When they reached the mouth of the bayou, Bert, who was steering, directed the canoe across the lake, toward the point on which the shooting-box was located.

During a pause in the conversation, he looked toward the place where it ought to be, but could see nothing of it.

"What's the matter ?" asked his brother, who saw that there was something wrong.
"That's Long Point, isn't it ?" asked Bert, in reply.