"So am I," returned Whopper, "and I don't think that little lunch is
going to satisfy me. What's the matter with broiling a venison
streak?"

"Do you want to cut up the deer before we get back to camp?"

"Most likely we'll have to. If this snow keeps on there is no telling
how long we'll be snowbound."

"That is true, too. Well, we needn't cut up the whole deer--only cut
out what we want to use."




CHAPTER XII

A CRY FOR HELP


Fortunately for the boys, they knew how to cut up a deer to advantage
and it did not take them long to trim away a portion of the pelt and
get out the steak they wanted. Then they fixed up a rude fork on which
to cook the meat, and soon the appetizing odor of broiled venison
filled the hollow.

"This is much better than nothing but a cold lunch," said Whopper, as
he divided the steak. "Fingers were made before knives and forks, and
as nobody is looking on, we can eat as suits us."