"You have the Stalker and Pioneer medals," he said. "You ought to
know something about forestry."

"How do you know what they are?" smiled George.

"Oh," was the hesitating reply, "I know quite a lot about Boy Scout
work and training. Fine lot of fellows, those Boy Scouts!"

"Right you are!" declared George.

Antoine now drew forth a hunting knife which seemed to be as keen
as a razor and began removing the skins from the dead animals. He
worked swiftly and skillfully, and in a short time the making of
two fine black bear rugs were laying in the sun outside.

"Now," the man said, "you get busy with that steak over the coals,
and I'll tote in more wood. You don't seem quite up to carrying
heavy loads yet. That must be a bad wound."

"I think I must have lost considerable blood," George answered.

After the steak was nicely broiled, Antoine brought water from a
nearby stream, and the boy's head was carefully and rather
skillfully attended to.

"And now," said Antoine, "we'll go to my own home, which isn't far
away."

Without a word the boy followed the hunter through the deep snow