low, while Shep tried to strike the match that had lost part of its
head. It made a faint streak of light, but that was all.

"Is that the good one?" asked Whopper, hoarsely. Never before had he
been so anxious about a light.

"No. I'll try the good one now," answered the doctor's son.

"Don't let the wind blow it out," pleaded his chum. "Here, use my
cap."

The papers were placed beside the cap, and Shep struck the match
several times. Both of the boys hardly dared to breathe. Then came a
flash, and a tiny flame sprang up, and the papers were set to blazing.
They put on the smallest and driest of the twigs and then the small
branches, and both tended the fire with as much care as an infant
receives from its nurse. Soon it became stronger and stronger, and
they breathed a deep sigh of relief and put on some big pieces of
wood.

As Snap had said at camp, the fire brightened things up wonderfully
and both boys felt lighter-hearted as the ruddy glare lit up the
scene. They found something of a circular hollow under the cliff with
a big fallen tree just beyond it. They brought the fire to one side of
this hollow, and banked up the snow on the other side, and soon the
shelter began to grow warm. Then they brought in the deer and hung the
game in a fork of the fallen tree.

"Lucky we brought that lunch along," said Shep. "I am as hungry as a
bear."