the boy applied the match he had struck to the bark. The fire
which resulted could have been started in a teacup.

About this he built a skeleton tent of bits of dry soft wood from
six to nine inches in length. His fire was now as large as an
ordinary kettle. Next, the boys threw larger boughs on the blaze,
and finally succeeded in surrounding it by large logs.

"There's one thing about it," Tommy declared as they warmed their
hands over the blaze, "there won't any wild animals take a bite out
of us as long as we keep near this fire!"

"I wish George would come poking along in," Sandy commented. "I
believe I'll go out in the thicket after I get warm and see if he
isn't somewhere in this vicinity. I thought I heard a call over
there just a moment ago."

"Listen, then," Tommy advised. "If some one called, we're likely
to hear a repetition of the sound."

Sure enough, the call came again as the boys huddled over the fire.
It came down with the wind and seemed to be rapidly drawing nearer.

"That sounds to me like a boy's voice," Sandy suggested.

"Sounds more like a half-breed to me!" Tommy answered.

"He's stopped coming on, anyway." Sandy exclaimed in a moment.

"Perhaps he's tumbled down in the snow!" Tommy argued.