So far they had seen but little game around the
farm, but John Barrow assured them that the timber and mountains were
full of game of all sorts.
"I wonder what route Dan Baxter's party took," said Dick, as they gained
the river, and stopped to put on their skates.
"I didn't hear what route they took," answered their guide. "I reckon
they went straight over the mountains. I don't believe as how Bill
Harney takes to skating."
"Is this Bill Harney a good sort?" asked Tom. "If he is, I can tell you
he has got into bad company."
"Bill isn't so bad when he's sober. It's when he gits full o' rum that
he makes things lively. He's a great drinker."
They were soon on the river, which at this point was fifty to sixty feet
wide. The snow covered a large portion of the surface, but the wind had
cleared many a long stretch, and they skated on these, dragging the
sleds behind them. Each sled was packed high with the camping outfit,
but they ran along readily.
"I wonder how long we'll be out," said Sam, as he skated by Tom's side.
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